I do not begrudge those who have been healed.
I too attempted the natural way.
I too prayed.
I did (and do) so every day.
I tried to shoo Elegiac away. It simply returned with more of its kin. They gathered along my shoulders and the length of my arms, an overwhelming unkindness of ravens.
Suddenly, they had flown away with me until I hung like a broken marionette, dangling over the abyss.
Suspended, staring down, it was not something I wished to ever see again.
It was then I realized that sometimes healing comes in the shape of a jagged little pill.