In a large, white-picket dream, a married mother selfishly cries. She has everything she ever wanted – a husband, a house, a business degree, a baby – she is at the pinnacle of the migrant dream. Perhaps she needs to return to her medication, the pills she stopped taking to become pregnant. She was taking them for six years. She wasn’t allowed to move out of home so she married at twenty-two. Now she is thirty, and it’s as if she is looking at her life for the very first time. She is starting to see things. The creativity she had kept buried inside all her life birthed out with her daughter, and now her words are taking on a life of their own.
From the author of the Australian poetry bestseller, Love and F–k Poems, Just Give Me The Pills is yet another brilliant novel-in-verse. It is a story of repression. It is a story of being silenced, and the terror of realising all the choices you’ve ever made are those you were expected to make, and you have no idea who you really are. It is a story of liberation, of rebuilding and finding one’s true self.