Pills? Something chemical to go into my body and muck about with it? No, that would be wrong. That’s what I’d been taught at Operation Re-Entry, that’s what I believed. My father’s voice: Pull yourself together, Elyn. There could be no drugs—everything was all up to me. And me wasn’t worth much.
No pills needed. Such a common and tragic misconception. Thoughts? Yes? No? Maybe I'm the crazy one?
