There's A Pill For That

Depression has you acting slothful,
shutting curtains, feeling awful?
There's a pill for that, you know,
all shapes and sizes, colors, prices.
chemicals to get you back in balance
where transmitters in your brain are
out of sync, whacked, lacking serotonin.
Others think you're acting all dramatic
and you wish they'd all withdraw and
leave you to your misery alone. Groan.
Chest is heavy, all congesty,
head is swimming, mucus winning
its lethargic race from
nasal cavity to tummy? Funny.
I'm pretty sure there is a pill for that. In fact,
there's medication for most indications
that something is amiss within
the mystery of anatomy, from crown of head
and working down to sole of foot.
Put another way, you need to fight against
such maladies with every thing available.
The day will come, I promise you,
when there's no easy fix for filling empty
heart compartment where that someone
special used to be. You'll need your
strength and stamina in spades. Best
gear up now while fit and able, be
aware of what your body's saying,
'cause when you're brokenhearted,
it can't help but hurt. And unfortunately,
there is no pill for that. I know,
because I asked.




(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013


I'm not a big pill-taker, but I don't understand the hesitancy to treat certain symptoms with medication. I've known people who thought it showed a lack of faith to seek treatment for clinical depression, which makes about as much sense as refusing to wear glasses when you can't see. And why sneeze all day if you don't have to? There's too much in life that CAN'T be rectified or put to rights so simply, it just seems like a no-brainer to me.