ZANDER
At lunch, I ride a tuk-tuk to Shae’s house, heading straight to the garage where the band usually practices. Everyone is there, and we try to be cordial this time as we decide about the band’s future.
The three of us agreed to keep going without Dylan.
When I return home, I sit on the beanbag chair and stare at the bottles of medications. I deliberated whether to take them. It is strange to be calm at a time like this. The world is shaky, but my feet are steady. After three doctors and multiple trials and errors, Dr. Chen finally found the right combination of anxiolytics and antidepressants that correct the imbalance in my brain. And for the longest time, I feel like I am doing well.
That is scary. It’s unfamiliar to be in control. Because I can no longer curl under the cloak o
