Zoloft
They told her it would take time for the medicine to reach the correct levels in her system. They didn't tell her that until then, Kelly would start each day with her head in the toilet, dealing with "morning sickness" she had thoughts of virgin-pregnancies.
When people thought of stardom, they thought of its perks. They never thought of working so hard and long you often forgot what day it was, and what all this was for. They never thought of how your own success changed those around you. Sure, some friends had stayed true, but more had sold their memories of her. Kelly always thought there were some things that didn't have monetary value, but she soon learned that everything did.
She definitely never thought that after all her accomplishments, she would need to go on anti-depressants to keep her out of a pit so dark and hopeless, she almost hadn't been able to climb out. It was ironic. She had everything little girls grew up wanting. Money, fame. She was a rock star. But she wasn't happy.
Kelly had gotten a break, only because she insisted. She had gone home, to her family doctor, for an appointment and a subsequent prescription.
Then, she spent two days in a weird drug-induced haze, feeling spacey and hyper and still depressed.
They told her she would feel better, but no one had told her when.
So, she wrote, and she held on.