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Today I celebrate my 19th Prozac Anniversary, a holiday the
queen card company has yet to come up with a card for. Truly a disappointing blunder by their
marketing people.
*smirks*
It was 19 years ago today that I took my very first dose of Prozac. A
momentous turning point in my life despite how outright silly it sounds to say.
The beginning of the end of my panic attacks directing every aspect of
my life had arrived.
And while my panic disorder still prohibits me from a number of
significant things most people, I imagine, take for granted, it no longer rules
every moment of my every day.
So, today I celebrate the little miracle granted to me 19 years ago
today.
Everybody, please have a smile on me this morning or perhaps an unexpected
giggle this afternoon. I, for one, will be basking in the bright, bright
sunshine of my little, un-Hallmarked blessing.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
P.S…. A return to more “normal” authorly blogging is promised for
tomorrow.
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