We’re hit with so many messages all day long about everything that is wrong with us. We don’t look right or smell right or feel right. We don’t drive the right car or live in the right house. We are trained to be against our own bodies (battle of the bulge! no pain no gain, all the conversation about guilt and shame), and there’s a pill for everything. There’s a pill if you’re sad, another if you’re anxious, one for sleeping, one for waking up. There’s a pill if you get uncomfortable in social situations, a pill to get you excited and another to calm you down. There’s a pill to grow your hair, and places for you to wax it in areas where we don’t like hair. There are dating sites and Hollywood movies and billboards and magazines and reality shows left and right that suggest if you could just meet the right person, presto! All your problems would be solved. And the whole time, there’s an underlying message that if you just keep striving and working and buying and dieting, and competing with your neighbors, eventually you will be skinny enough or buff enough or rich enough or fill-in-the-blank enough to be happy. But the truth is, if you follow this formula, all you’re going to be is exhausted and depressed. There are pills for that, too.