When I was about seven years old, I had to take stomach ulcer medicine because of my social phobia. I was seven years old and every morning before school, I could hardly eat a thing, because I was so nervous about going to school. It was probably around the same time my father had slit his wrists from depression. I don't remember it but I heard about it later. I would curl up on the sofa and couldn't eat, so my mother took me to the doctor, and he gave me a green syrup to drink every morning.
