If Prozac were a sport, it may be like parachuting. A door opens, a strong suck of wind takes you into the sky. Out there you fall fast, with a whoop and a gasp. Then comes the moment when you fumble for the rip cord, pull, and the red canopy, rippled as the surface of a human brain, opens above you. You stop falling and start, at last, to float.

Lauren Slater - Prozac Diaries 

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Lauren Slater - Prozac Diaries 

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