The Long Dose Of Medicine

Since the day she was born everyone knew she was something special, but she didn’t know it herself. Annie had a pretty normal life for a 16 year-old girl. She was tall with hazel eyes and light brown hair that turned golden in the sunlight. Annie was extraordinarily smart, smarter than everyone in her grade. Growing up in New York City has tought her to be strong on the outside and hold your emotions on the inside, she lives with her mother, father, and her brother. As Annie took the subway home from her last day of Sophomore year she taught to herself about all the adventures Sophomore year had given her and all the academic challenges she had overcome. She got off the subway in a rush to get home and start planning her summer out but instead she saw her parents sitting cautiously on the couch as if

5. Predict: How often do you think the patient should take a pill? Every 2 to 4 hours

Her enthusiasm lasted till lunchtime, fading only when no one came forward to talk to her, to tell her how beautiful she looked that day, to apologize, perhaps, for the late-night phone call. She is so desperate to know who it was. For her this is one in a billion of amazing things that happen to her. Today would be no different at all, she realized. It was just as if nothing had ever happened. What if it never happens again? Thinking to herself she thought that maybe she was sick and this was all just a dream. No one could ever like someone like her, I mean she wasn’t the prettiest and she didn’t have the “perfect

On her days off she likes reading and making arts and crafts with clay but when she’s on the clock she is a school psychologist in the Cottage Grove school district. I asked why she wanted to become a school psychologist. She replied “I liked the idea of helping kids but being a school psychologist I am able to help kids who are more special needs.” After working at Cottage Grove schools for 11 years she wants to get her doctorates in education to become an administrator and possibly work for the Oregon Department of Education. Yet, none what happened in Oregon would have happened if she hadn't conquered the precarious peaks of the Rocky

The narrator’s insanity does not unravel overnight. She is just an ordinary woman who suffers from depression. Her

She smiled politely at her classmate who worried for her and said she was fine. A face of sure uncertainty came upon her. Deciding on what she wanted to do in her life frustrated her to the point where she began to think negative thoughts about herself. She knew that going to this school will make her sacrifice everything she gained from middle school -friends, memories, and fun events- that she believed will never feel the same once she chooses to go to Clark. The bell rang and as her friends called her over. She thought about it one more time and, with the thought of letting her parents always choose her choices to make them proud, decided to follow along a different path and leave everything she once valued

author’s life as she grows up while developing a multitude of mental illnesses. By the end of her

On her last days, as I walked her to the park, I heard in depth everything that she was going to miss, as she knew she was going somewhere respectable, as “I know I’m buying a one-way ticket, so there will be nothing to worry you here, just enjoy what you’ve got, and give it your all”.

In a flash, her world became a whole new life she never imagined. The hormones that she took for granted her entire life began to fail her. She was this successful business woman with so many hopes and so many plans already for her future when her new life abruptly started in the emergency room. That petrified mother, wife, daughter, and nurse was me. All the nursing education that I had up to that moment

During this process of discovery, Hailey begins to slip into a depression. Her optimism and positive vibe slowly fades away. Even her strong will can’t keep life from knocking her down. Hailey’s hope to continue her American Dream comes to a screeching halt.

They drugs that can only be prescribed by a doctor or qualified health care professional and dispensed by a pharmacist. Before prescribing, the doctor will assess the patient, looking at all of their medical history and checking for allergies, to make sure that the drugs are safe and will treat whatever ailment the patient has.

The light in my room is flickering, almost as if it’s a kitchen timer that’s timing me to do this before time runs out. Straight ahead of me are the pictures of myself when I had been a kid. I wondered “What would my younger self-do?”. I knew for a fact that she would stick her ground. At that moment I a shiver go down my spine. A rush of electricity ignites my body. It was now or never I thought. I’m ready to release myself into the wild, after being held as if I were a captive animal, longing for release, for nearly a year.

Jasmine has always known that life wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that all her hard work keeping a home wasn't appreciated. It wasn't fair that none of that time counted as "experience," but she was desperate so she had to take whatever there was. Stepping off the bus, she reminded herself that life didn't have to be fair, but it did have to be survived. As soon as she laid eyes on the handsome man who answered the door, she remembered something she'd suppressed for a long time: life had it's sunny moments as well.

Esther Greenwood is a very serious, focused individual who slowly descends into a mental illness. She is a disciplined student, receives a college scholarship, wins various awards, and most prestigiously, is one of twelve girls out of thousands, who is accepted into an internship at a New York fashion magazine based on an exemplary writing sample, yet she is still unhappy. Thus she begins her downward spiral of

Before I knew it, I was sitting on a couch in a living room filled with people staring at me, and the words flowed from my mouth. I had this time-- this moment set apart-- to reveal what I thought defined the woman I was. The absence of parents, the separation from siblings, the lonely nights, the invisibility, the toxic relationship and the molestation were experiences I thought told the story of who I was. This was the story I cautiously shared.