“Lazer, who gave you the idea that you’re a worthless failure?”
Lazer was a British bochur who was allegedly learning in yeshivah but spent most of his days sleeping and watching TV. He’d had an abusive childhood at the hands of a vicious father and was struggling to find his way out of the sinkhole that had become his life.
PART II
Lazer had been diagnosed with various ailments over the years
and correspondingly medicated along the way: Ritalin for ADHD when he’d spaced out as a parentally abused second grader. Prozac when he’d cowered as an abused sixth grader. Seroquel when he’d been unable to sleep as an abused ninth grader.
Now, I’m definitely not a pill-pusher, but I did feel that a low-dosage antidepressant would help alleviate the lack of energy, motivation, and chronic sadness that he was stuck in and jump-start the healing process he seemed ready to try, by virtue of the fact that he was sitting here.
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