I couldn’t quite believe they didn’t know what was going on, but at the same time, they seemed okay with it. But I could identify with their plight now, and I didn’t feel nearly as bad for them as I would have at one time. It had always bothered me watching animals in cages like a creepy voyeur while acting like it was good clean fun. I wandered, observing the animals in their cages. I stopped off at one of the little cafeterias and had lunch, fattening greasy fried food. Not quite Valium, but who’s complaining? My hand gripped the bottle nestled in my purse for comfort, and I went to the zoo. I’d managed to have a burst of courage for about a week to get out of my parents’ house, but it was coming quickly to an end.Īnd so I had a bottle containing a two-week supply of Xanax. Blake’s office, a skittish jumpiness around loud noises, too many people, social situations.Īnd the truth was, I’d so often stayed in the house watching television because going out made me nervous. I’d expressed, not primarily depression, but anxiety in Dr. I paid the fare and shoved the prescription bottle into my bag.
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