Mental health—on whose terms?

It was the third night since I’d received my prescription for tranquilizers and sleeping pills, which were to be taken both daily and nightly. I was not a student of Christian Science at the time. I was 17 years old, at boarding school, and increasingly unable to function normally.

“I’ve been diagnosed with depression,” I thought to myself. “Can I seriously think of anything more depressing than taking pills for depression?”

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