Prompt: Author's choice
Inspiration: New story I'm working on; photo by Paul G
The pills were the worst part of treatment. Having my autonomy stripped away was one thing. Losing my friends and family, my community - that was another. But being married to you gave me a taste of total dependence, so I was prepared for that. Being married to you had meant distance from everyone else I loved, so I adjusted quickly. Those pills, on the other hand, they zapped my brain so I couldn’t even think straight, couldn’t even begin to process what had happened, couldn’t even heal. And every time the fog lifted, it was time for another dose.