Dear Premarin .625,

I'd just like to thank you for making me even more crazy than I already am. We have had encounters before, but these are definitely the ones I didn't want.

You may remember years ago, when we started our relationship, that you put a voice in my head that told me to take as many of you as I could get because it would speed up the results. 1) It didn't and 2) you made me an emotional wreck.

How emotional?

Remember when I was making a sandwich in the kitchen and dropped half of it on the floor and cried for half an hour? I remember it well.

How about the times I watched TV and cried at every commercial that came on for starving children, sick adults and natural disasters? I remember it well.

How about the time I got so pickled on your power that my liver started giving me issues and I had to be admitted to the hospital? I remember it well (and I am still paying the damn bills).

Those were fun times.

I ended our relationship then for several years until about 10 weeks ago. This time, I have decided to stick to the given dosage (even though you put that voice back in my head) and have tried to control my alcohol intake and change my eating habits. Perhaps this is why I haven't been trying to crawl out of my skin.

But lately, I have noticed that you have given me a new gift: depression.

It's nice to wake up on a beautiful afternoon, start my day, and as soon as I step outside want to crawl back into bed.

It's nice to know that I am loved and supported now more than I ever have been before in my entire life, but want to cry all day long because I feel alone.

It's nice to convince myself that I am happy and okay and then have everyone in the world ask what's wrong with me.

Fuck you for making me feel this way, but you will not get the last of me.

Our first tryst taught me to be strong and keep a level head no matter what was thrown at me. Even though you have put me in the most horrible funk EVER, I will keep my head up and put a smile on my face and let you do the medical miracles that you do.

I'm asking you nicely, please don't start any more shit.

Love,
Addison