A New Kind Of Addict

 A few days ago, I began writing a blog about living with depression, anxiety, and medication.  My blog became entirely too long, so I'm making it a book.

I've been on depression and anxiety medication for a number of years now.  There are many reasons why I'm on the medication and there were many times that I have tried to rid myself of the medication.

I want to be off of this medication.  Most people don't take my feelings seriously, because they know that I'm "medicated."  Family members are constantly telling me that I don't need the medication... if only it were that easy.  It can take up to 8 weeks to detox from the medication I am currently on.  And the detox is equivalent to detoxing from heroin.  Nobody is willing to stand by me and help me to stop taking the medication.  It's a very lonely feeling.

But, honestly, I think the worst part of all is not knowing if what I feel or think is real... or if it's the medication making me wacky.  If I happen to say anything out of the ordinary, I'm asked:  "Did you take your medicine today?"  That is one of the worst feelings in the world. 

A lot of people do not realize that depression medication can turn you into a different person.  And I miss the person I was prior to the Med-Madness.  All of the people that I thought could "bring me back" have turned their back on me in some way or another.  No wonder I'm so damn depressed!

Wish me luck as I write my new book.  It's a new venture for me, I try not to write anything too personal...  I will keep everyone updated.

Thank you for reading.