Duloxetine Hcl Isn't a Cure-All

Today I ran into the back bedroom that no one uses and cried, for the first time in absolutely weeks. I cried because I miss Adam. I cried because H. doesn't love me anymore. I cried because (even though this is blatantly untrue) I felt like no one loved me.

When I went to the bathroom to clean up, the mirror reflected a trendy-looking girl with a mascara tear rolling down one cheek. I felt like I didn't recognize her.