Strong

“Do you need those?” Someone asked as they pointed to my prescription bottle of antidepressants. My face got red, and I was embarrassed that I forgot to put the bottle away.

“I mean, yeah, for a little bit. I’ve just been feeling kind of off, you know. So my doctor thought I should try them. I probably won’t need them long.” I replied. It was so embarrassing admitting that I wasn’t okay.

“Wow. I always thought you were so strong.” They said.

Bam. There it is. I glanced at the bottle and changed the subject. I never forgot to put it away again.