Just the Jitters?
In This Chapter
“Well, Miss Gordon, how are you today?” he [my psychiatrist] asked. I was shocked to hear myself burst into a monologue of almost feverish intensity.
“What’s new, Dr. Allen, is that I can’t walk the streets of the city I love alone. Unless I’m stoned on pills or with someone. I can’t do it. I can’t function without Valium. I’m growing too dependent on something other than myself to function. I’m growing too dependent ...