I'll never forget the first time the pillow talk turned to Prozac, if you've yet to experience this it's quite a shocking experience. There we were, in mid conversation, when somehow depression came up and we both admitted to suffering from it for a while now. First there was the initial reaction of "I'm so glad I've found this person who understands what i'm going through, this is going to be totally awesome!!!" but then I started thinking...
There we were, kids in our very early twenties in the beggingings of an exciting new relationship and yet we were discussing in depth the mental illness that had been plagueing our lives! geez, so much for the blissful ignorance of youth.All i could think about was wow what a fucked up state our generation is, and, if at 20-something we are depressed, what the hell are we to be like when we were saggy and cubicled?
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