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“The most miraculous moments of my life were not when my daughter and son were born, but when the second or third Prozac pill shot down my throat and catapulted me into a world called sane.”

Quote by Lauren Slater

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Lauren Slater is an American psychologist born on March 21, 1963. Her research focuses on psychotherapy, memory, and identity. Slater is known for her profound insights into the process of psychotherapy and her contributions to the study of memory. more

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