Ever occur to you how medicated this nation is? Just stop for a second and think about it. How many people do you know personally who are on some type of drug to help them get through the day? How many drugs are you on for the same purpose? Can you count on your hand how many times a year you go to the pharmacy to drop off a prescription?

When did we lose 100% ownership of our bodies to 100mg of whatever the doc scribbled on that little ticket?

I gotta tell you, I’ve been mulling over this subject a lot. And I’ll tell you why: because from September of last year up until just last month, I’ve been on a daily dosage of Zoloft. The reasons why aren’t really relevant, let’s just say I felt the need to go to therapy for my well being, and my doctor, in turn, laid pen to paper and told me to go get help in the form of a tiny pill to be taken once every morning on a full stomach.

I was hesitant at first. I told him that I wanted to do this without the inclusion of drugs into the mix, but I decided to give him a chance. So I went on the prescribed dosage, and after a while, I began to feel better about things, functioning at my normal level per usual. So I figured, “hey, it must be the prescription, right?”

Now to those of you who know me personally, you can attest that I’ve had a lot of mounting frustration over the past several months regarding the stagnant job market, and the effect on my person has been significant, to say the least. Truthfully, from August up until last month, I was in a serious rut. I would come home after working a paltry 5-hour day and yearn for a lengthy nap when I did next to nothing at the office. I barely had energy to go to the gym after 7-8 hours of sleep each night. My involvement with the job hunt was tepid at best, and my typical lust for life needed a hefty dose of Viagra to ignite the old flames. The strain took a toll on my relationship, which, for the record, is now over, and it also caused a lot of friction between my parents and I.

Now, I was still on my prescription at this point. The thought did cross my mind that if I was this bad about things, maybe it was time to up the prescription grade. Maybe it was time for Prozac or heavier. But then I paused, and thought to myself, “What has my doctor really done for me the last ten months other than refill my prescription every 4-6 weeks? At what point did we discontinue the therapy itself? Do I even remember? Did I even care?”

So, with things looking as down as they could get in the belfry, I made a conscious decision, in an effort to repair myself and the relationships with my girlfriend, my parents, and my friends. The first step in doing so was to discontinue sessions with my shrink, and also slowly take myself off of Zoloft. I think I knew that unconsciously, it would have to come to this, because I requested he cut back the dosage nearly a month before I took a sharp left turn at the fork in the road. I finally severed all ties from my so-called doctor last week with the intent to find someone new. Someone who doesn’t just abide by keeping his or her patients in check through some pills.

Now, before this meeting, I had already taken myself off of Zoloft. And I mean completely off. No morning dose, no half dose, no quarter dose, none of the above. Moreover, I went through no withdrawal symptoms whatsoever.

I have a new mantra regarding medication: unless I am formally diagnosed with any type of illness or disorder, I want to go about my life as pure as possible. In short, I want to keep my system clean. I find that for me, it’s the best way to approach the gamut, and I operate at my peak under such conditions. To boot, I'm still feeling better than ever despite the fact that my girlfriend and I ultimately broke up. That's gotta stand for something, no?

That’s not to say that all medication is bad. I’m fully aware that there are a lot of physical and psychological disorders that cannot be approached without the application of certain prescription drugs. Be that as it may, I do believe that at least 50% of the prescription-taking populous probably doesn’t even need medication to function properly. Sure, the pills make for nice training wheels, and maybe get you off to a good start on improvement. But they should not evolve into eternal crutches for us to lean on just to get through one 24-hour session. A lot can be accomplished with therapy, be it of a physical or psychological nature.

Moreover, as silly as it may sound to the skeptics out there, I truly believe that we need to heavily consider hypnotherapy as a viable alternative to swallowing a couple hundred milligrams a week. Remember that we humanoids only use a mere 10% of our brain on a daily basis. There’s still a great deal of untapped potential for self-healing capabilities. We have not even begun to scratch the surface of what the human brain can do for us, and I honestly feel that it’s high time we began to look into the matter with more open-minded peepers.

Of course, serious consideration of the above methods would throw a sharp left hook toward the pharmaceutical industry, and they can’t have that. I hate to get all uber-liberal-fuck-corporate-America-and-everyone-entrenched-within-it, but it’s true. The pharmaceutical industry is big business in this nation, and a lot of people have gotten very wealthy by researching and manufacturing drugs to assist people with problems. It’s a known fact. Bayer, Pfizer, Bristol-Myers Squibb, etc. Big business, big money, big plans. You need look no further than stock market to realize that these companies are raking in major funds as a result of the work they do. And I’m sure that they’ll chalk it all up to “working for the greater good.” Well, yeah, you do help a lot of people. But that’s not to say that those people weren’t already able to help themselves, at least on an esoteric level.

And that is why we will never see hypnotherapy considered a fully viable, acknowledged and legitimized practice in the eyes of the scientific community. Too many people in that upper 1% have a lot of money tied up in these companies, and they simply will not allow for such methods to break through into the mainstream. Call me a conspiracy theorist if you like, but I’m just following a long chain of common sense.

Think about it. In a way, we are conditioned, from the time we’re kids, to take pills to help us improve. How quickly did you go from Flintstone’s Vitamins to Tylenol?

At this time, I’d like to pass the mic over to Master George Carlin. The following is a verbatim transcript of an excerpt from his 1971 album FM & AM. I listened to this again recently, albeit after I had already made my decision to come off Zoloft. Still, listening to the wise pundit that Carlin was (and still is more than 30 years following this particular routine), the reasoning behind his typically biting comedy is really quite thorough and wonderfully sage. Of course, I could write a whole book on the brilliance in Carlin’s routines, but I want to stay on one topic right now. So, with that said, I invite you to read on, true believer…

“No big thing, we’re just kinda dopey folks, and we have all these drugs available to us. Y’know, that’s why there’s a drug problem, man. There’s all those drug stores, right? Every three, four blocks, there’s a big sign: Drugs… ‘Open All Night - Drugs,’ ‘We Deliver Drugs,’ ‘Cut Rate Drugs.’ It’s the biggest thing on their sign! ‘Cosmetics, Sundries, Drugs.’

“And the pharmacist is always stoned, you ever notice that? Check his eyes, he’s experimenting with something, man. How come he can never fill a prescription right, y’know? He always gives you that, ‘Better come back in an hour, man… I can’t even read the bastard.’

“It’s no accident that we’re drug-oriented, really. The drug companies got us that way, and they’d like to keep us that way, y’know? I mean, that’s a simple thing. They start you early with the oral habit. Little orange-flavored aspirin for children… Pop! Pop! ‘Two in the mouth, son. Something wrong with your head? Pop! Pop! Two in the mouth. Remember that. Head. Mouth. These are orange, there’ll be other colors later.’ They even name it after a saint to throw you off, y’know? ‘S’alright, son, two in the mouth. St. Joseph.’ Pop! Pop! Remember ‘pop a chalk?’ ‘Pop a chalk!’ Pop! Pop! Guy goes to a dance when he’s 13, ‘How’s your head?’ Pop! Pop! ‘Two in the mouth, man.’

Carlin also mentions coffee, alcohol, and amphetamines as other heavily abused, rarely mentioned drugs, but this particular selection really kind of crystallizes the point I want to make about pharmaceutical drugs and the adolescent pre-conditioning to pill-popping. The examples may be a little dated, I grant you, but they still serve their purpose.

But there is an interesting point to be made here. And we’re only at the tip of the RX Iceberg, folks. Painkillers are another world unto themselves. You wanna talk about a real drug problem? How about all these celebrities and professional/college athletes that get hooked into these things? I can remember clear as a bell one interaction I heard during my senior year in college between two members of the lacrosse team:

“I’m sore as fuck. Got any PK’s?”

“Painkillers? Yeah, I got some back at my apartment.”

That, my friends, is a clear-cut case of how one doctor’s poor penmanship can lead to a whole world of trouble. You need look no further than the Betty Ford Center or something as seemingly absurd as the world of professional wrestling to see what kind of problems can be caused by prescription painkillers. There’s no question that these things can work miracles when it comes to handling pain, but by that same token, it’s also plain to see the resultant hazards that almost always seem to materialize. Look, I feel for athletes, after all, with the advances in medical healing, they are being pushed harder and more dangerously than ever before by their coaches, managers, team owners, teammates, fans, and God knows whom else. Again, this is off topic, and an entirely different post altogether, but over-reliance on these things will take you off the field and just put you in the ground, case closed.

Put it this way: you know these things are unavoidable in our culture when even a fat, lazy blowhard like Rush Limbaugh gets hooked.

Hey, I’m just calling it like I see it. I’ve already made my choice, and I know that, for some reason, there are lotsa folks in the Internet community who experience some form of depression or other psychological disorders, and as a result they do have to take medication. I’m not trying to influence anyone’s decision, all I can say is that for me, right now and forevermore, I feel a pure system is the way to go. And as far as said psychological problems go, there are other methods of dealing with them that don’t necessarily come in little orange bottles.

Goodnight, and have a pleasant tomorrow.