In our age of convenience, it seems we've become addicted to prescriptions, offering instant solutions for the slightest of afflictions.

It has become commonplace to believe that a cure to life's long list of ailments is only a swallow away. How delicious and sweet to be convinced that a rotten attitude, a continuous onslaught of anxious energy, and a feeling of utter despair could be exchanged for a chemical romance. It feels comforting to know there is a voluntary way out of a situation that feels so convincingly out of control.

While drugs for anxiety or depression can improve afflictions at the chemical level that does not mean their chemical composition is the only thing that heals us. There is a compulsion in the movements that are just as therapeutic as ingesting our little oblong friends. We calm our attacks and our neurosis with the ceremony of fondling the smooth plastic beneath our fingertips. We quell our insecurities in the hypnotizing rhythm of shaking a bottle. We gauge the remaining days of happiness as plastic pills knock plastic walls. And we feel comforted by it. We mend our ailments with the power of suggestion.

People secretly cringe at the word "placebo". Believing we are masters of reason, we crinkle our noses at the idea of being duped. Yet time and time again we find ourselves affected by the power of suggestion. So why not be the man behind the curtain for once? I want to believe that the conversion of my mental climate is my choice: a task that needs my attention, my positive interplay, and maybe even a bit of optimistic manipulation.

These pills are my response to this issue. They have been tested on the world's best pessimists and the most anxious of subjects. Made to open instead of ingest, each capsule contains one positive word intended to help remedy negative thought patterns and reinforce daily living.

Please take one when you are in need of a remedy.