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Ph药理 My mother is back. For two and a half years, she has been tucked away in a place where those more fortunate have never ventured. The woman who returned bears only a slight resemblance to the person I knew before her departure. Even though she is the same person, something terribly devastating had to have happened to change the one I knew so well. I am confident that she will be normal again, but only time will tell. Physically, my mother was always present. I could see, touch, and even talk to her, but our relationship was not the same. She was no longer the person that watched me develop into a man. My mother was a stranger. Her whole persona transformed, her once driven personality slowly wilted like a flower in the blistering August heat. I should have sensed her degeneration; her past was flooded with indicators and warnings of problems yet to come. But I ignored her inner demons, hoping they would never surface. For the last two and a half years, my mother has lived in a world of depression and anxiety. During these desperate and often discouraging times, I was introduced to the uniqueness of each human body. Throughout her illness, my mother was placed on an unthinkable quantity and variety of medications, but none seemed to have any effect. I was amazed at how other individuals diagnosed with similar conditions reacted so differently to the same drug therapy. My ignorance of medicine was frustrating. As a science major, I was trained to think analytically and objectively, but I lacked a medical education, and I had no training in the fields of psychiatry and psychology, so I was helpless in this situation from a scientific perspective. Love and moral support were all I had to offer. After numerous doctors and several misdiagnoses, along with virtually every anti-depressant or anti-anxiety drug on the market, my mother eventually found the correct pharmaceutical and diagnosis, and she was set on the road to recovery. Her experience has had a tremendous