Why I Hate Being That One In A Million
I’d like to talk about Electroconvulsive therapy. And this one is important
“You’re one in a million,” he said, tucking a strand of her fluid blonde hair behind her ear. The moon trembled in her eyes as she looked up at his face. The cocky half smile he usually wore had been replaced with something she could not place. A gaze as if she was something fragile. Fine crystal. A small bird with a heart that raced like hers and knew now that she loved him. She cast her eyes downwards, to look at the text below.
Because the text is more important than their fleeting romance. And is also, shockingly, not the type of one in a million I am. Most importantly, my hair is not fluid. It is wiry and damaged from frequent exposure to sea water. And my “one in a million” is something I hate.
If you have been taking pills your whole life and they have not been working. You may have reached a point where you could take a special one, if you so choose. This one is a little different, but has been proven to work countless times and has many success stories for people where pills have just not worked. For many years. For many conditions.
However, one person took it, and things went wrong. They don’t know why, or how, or what happened. And so, because there is now a horror story, it makes people uneasy.
I would like to talk about Electroconvulsive therapy. And I would like to say that I despise being the one in a million where things went inexplicably wrong. Much like some pills have rare strange side effects, it was the wrong treatment for me. And so I am now a “One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s nest” horror story.
And what makes it all the worse, is that I would like to talk about mental health in a blog.
What I have to say
What happened to me is not normal. The success stories are countless. This is a peer reviewed method of therapy. And might just be the thing that helps after your long and tiring road of ineffective treatments. If you feel ECT may benefit you, or your doctor does and you agree. I would advocate the therapy. Don’t listen to horror stories. So, this was the wrong treatment for me, and that was all. I do not want hesitation from readers from being that one in a million. I’ll be alright.
And you might feel more than alright after the treatment, if you feel it is best for you.
