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I keep my meds in a Dukes of Hazzard lunchbox. Any new important person in my life gets to see me take my handful of meds at some point. I count them out in my palm like this: crazy med, crazy med, side effect med, side effect med, sleeping pill, calcium. Then I hold out my hand to this new person. “Look at what I have to take every night!” My real meaning being, “Look how crazy I am! See my burden! Does it scare you?” They usually say something like “Huh,” but I want them to be aghast. “Oh my god! How enormous, and frightening to me! Clearly, you have such a beast within you—and yet, you seem to have tamed it somehow! You must be pretty fucking strong.” (via Richard Hugo House • A Worthy Cause by Ellen Forney)

I keep my meds in a Dukes of Hazzard lunchbox. Any new important person in my life gets to see me take my handful of meds at some point. I count them out in my palm like this: crazy med, crazy med, side effect med, side effect med, sleeping pill, calcium. Then I hold out my hand to this new person. “Look at what I have to take every night!” My real meaning being, “Look how crazy I am! See my burden! Does it scare you?” They usually say something like “Huh,” but I want them to be aghast. “Oh my god! How enormous, and frightening to me! Clearly, you have such a beast within you—and yet, you seem to have tamed it somehow! You must be pretty fucking strong.” (via Richard Hugo House • A Worthy Cause by Ellen Forney)