You inform me of the best-fitting diagnosis to describe my pain, as though I’m your picture and you’ve just placed me in the perfect frame. Why can’t you see? It’s so much more than just a name.
You teach me how to cope, like I’m the post-it and you’ve just written the most inspiring quote. But recovery is so much more than exercises and notes.
You prescribe me pills of such variety — intended to regulate or ease — as if I was a dishwasher and you just saw an ad for the best detergent to keep things clean. And yet, the solution is a lot more complicated than simply following a regime.