An internal fight with the drug "Olanzapine" and myself.
Olanzapine: 1
“Let’s just eat everything!” Me: 0 But I really don’t want to.
Olanzapine: 2
“You don’t need to weigh yourself.” Me: 0 I want to, but I’m not motivated.
Olanzapine: 3
“You love me don’t you?” Me: 0 I hate you and don’t want to take you
anymore.
Olanzapine: 4
“You don’t need to think of those things.” Me: 0 But maybe I want to.
Olanzapine: 5
“You don’t need to cry.” Me: 0 Yes I do, I would rather cry, than shut
down.
Olanzapine: 6
“I’m working and you know it.” Me: 0 Maybe I don’t want you to work.
Olanzapine: 7
“Watch, since I am working you will have to keep taking me.” Me: 1 Watch me, I won’t listen to what my psychiatrist
says and stop taking you, so HA!
Hello, Blue Belle. Very creative, very succinct. Direct and hard-hitting. Your words and chosen format made the drug and your experience come alive in a meaningful way. I just happen to be a psych nurse, so I find this poem particularly fascinating, given that I (used to) give this and other meds out "like candy". (I actually left the field, feeling I may have been doing more harm than good. I'm sure you'll agree that our medical system is failing people in many ways, and needs improvement, if not a complete overhaul. We can do better. And I believe one day we will. Maybe you will contribute to that with your writing and with your future career.) It it truly refreshing to read your perspective. Thank you for your bravery in sharing. Keep it up!
I'm supposed to take olanzapine... i never have though... i like the format of this, how it goes back and forth between you and the drug, until you finally 'outsmart' it. nicely done hun.
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