That one little pill that turned into twenty years of addiction, my “friend” gave me for a headache. I fantasize about going back in time. I would run as fast as I can to that younger me. Grab her and shake her. THIS IS BIGGER THAN YOU; I want to scream. The outrage and anger make me shame her, for being so careless and naive. If only she could see me, she would see, the broken soul that I came to be. She would be shocked and maybe she would think twice about taking that one little pill.
That one little pill that turned into two, then three till it was never enough. How did this happen? Where would I be if there was no headache? Things would have turned out different for me. One little pill, and twenty years later, there is a demon that lives to control me. It feeds off my shame and devours my guilt. It gives it the power to control me. That little pill has made my life just another sad story. All it took was ONE LITTLE PILL.