No reason to be embarrassed. I’ve been off and on mood stabilizing meds throughout my life. I was fine without them for a number of years, after my condition stabilized. The pan fucked that up and I refused to admit it for months (admitting depression would make it real, I thought).
Got back on an antidepressant and holy shit, the world changed. I’m able to be happy. I can manage my anxieties. I’m not thinking about all the terrible shit 24/7.
I have a disorder. I own it. It’s part of who I am. I have no shame about that, just as my friends have no shame about being diabetic. Hooray for modern chemistry!
No reason to be embarrassed. I’ve been off and on mood stabilizing meds throughout my life. I was fine without them for a number of years, after my condition stabilized. The pan fucked that up and I refused to admit it for months (admitting depression would make it real, I thought).
Got back on an antidepressant and holy shit, the world changed. I’m able to be happy. I can manage my anxieties. I’m not thinking about all the terrible shit 24/7.
I have a disorder. I own it. It’s part of who I am. I have no shame about that, just as my friends have no shame about being diabetic. Hooray for modern chemistry!