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.