The truth about Sarah is that she didn’t know what pill to take when they told her that she had anxiety, so she took the green ones instead of the blue. The blue pills would’ve made her slow, but the green ones made her fast. They were so strong that she ended up jumping out of a 20 story building to her death. And that is the short truth about Sarah.
The long truth is more complicated, but still worth going into detail. Sarah didn’t know what she wanted except that she wanted to help people. But people didn’t help her. That was always the problem. She had strong, idealistic views about the world, but reality always told her a different story. So who was she to trust?
When it came time to marry and settle down, the truth is she realized almost immediately how mistaken she was in her assumption that the man she was marrying was good and kind. Even after the first beating, she made the mistake in assuming it was just the alcohol; the second time he was sober. Then, after the third time, she left him and never dated again.
So Sarah knew when she started convulsing and having panic attacks that the time for change was near. She couldn’t take being stepped on like a floor mat anymore, so she got the pills and took the green ones instead of the blue. And the truth about Sarah was ever more evident when her blood was spilled on the sidewalk of New York City.
The truth about Sarah is that she could have done a million different things. She could have taken blue pills instead of green, she could have married a man who was not a wife beater and alcoholic, she could have given up her petty ideals and unrealistic dreams. The truth about Sarah is that she is just like you and me.