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Chapter 18

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Or, rather—here I am. I am in Rome, and I am in trouble. The goons of Depression and Loneliness have barged into my life again, and I just took my last Wellbutrin three days ago. There are more pills in my bottom drawer but I don't want them. I want to be free of them forever. But I don't want Depression or Loneliness around, either, so I don't know what to do, and I'm spiralling in panic, like I always spiral when I don't know what to do.

- An excerpt taken from Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert

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