A thought

I once, from a then pit of desperation, asked my psychiatrist to prescribe me some Prozac, but he said that it was not compatible with my virulent anxiety. Prozac is for the couch potato depressive, and I was a ball of nerves. He gave me an anti-depressant I had never heard of; so I resorted to the internet to find the lesser-known Seroxat community. They never made me happy. They just weren’t on television…

And with the realization of my descent into the pathetic, I mocked myself and was cured.