in progress (step one: admitting you have a problem)

I went to the doctor and the doctor said, "Those pills you're taking are wrecking your head."
"Doctor, doctor," I said, "can't you see? These pills I'm taking give me what I need."
"No," said the doctor, doctor, "that ain't so. Those pills you're taking won't let you grow. They may keep you steady, they may keep you still, but they won't make you better, no, they'll just keep you ill."
I looked at the doctor in his white coat; I said, "Those pills I'm taking, they help me cope. When I swallow those pills the world is not so sour . . . "
"When you take those pills," he said, "you give up your power! You give up your free agency, you surrender your free will; you hand your autonomy to a tiny blue pill."