Well, I have to jump in on this one. Years and years ago I was going through a time where I was having a lot of anxiety over something going on in my life. My doctor prescribed Xanax. It was prescribed for like 4 times a day or every 4 hours or something like that.
Over the course of the next week I took a half of one less than a half dozen times. I didn't like how it made me feel, but... I loved knowing that if my anxiety got too bad, I could take it.
So... I carried that bottle with me everywhere, for, God, probably 2 years. Every few months I would dump it down the toilet and refill for fresh meds so they wouldn't expire. I wanted to make sure that if things got really bad, I had fresh drugs that would work lol.
The funny thing is, that just carrying that bottle, just knowing I had it handy, alleviated most of my anxiety.
If I'd disappeared at that time, people may have assumed I was having anxiety, but I really wasn't, because I had my handy bottle at the ready at all times. They also may have assumed I was taking a certain amount based on the refills, but I wasn't - I was just carrying it around.
Just some more food for thought.
I miss my Xanax bottle.
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