I used to think needing my medication made me weak. I let myself believe that relying on them was a cop out for not being strong enough to deal with my problems on my own. There were some low points where I felt chained to them the longer I took them because I knew I needed them. But I’m so glad I never feel that way anymore. My pills weren’t the prison; my abnormal brain was. And my meds set me free. I’m grateful for them every day.
This print is pressed on a pleather bound lined notebook, measuring 10 by 8 inches in size and about .75 inch depth. As it stands, this is currently a one-of-a-kind item.