She Sold My Only Lifeline

Summary

In my past life, my roommate swapped out my psychiatric medication.

"I read about the placebo effect online," she had told me, wearing that insufferably smug smile. "Look at you—you’ve been fine without them, haven't you? See? It’s all in your head. You’re faking it."

I had begged her. I told her that without the pills, the black hole in my chest caved in until dying felt like the only way to breathe. I told her to give them back.

She just sneered.

"People used to survive actual hardships without crying about depression. You just have it too easy, honestly. Read a book.