I’m so fucking tired of being on anti-depressants.
When I first started them a few years ago, I believed it would be a quick fix, I’d get better and be off of them in no time.
But apparently, when your “doing better,” doctors assume that’s the medicine working. And when I’m “not doing better,” doses get increased and I feel too shitty to argue.
Day to day it’s easy to forget about them, it doesn’t effect daily living except for the minute a day you use to take them.
That is, unless you run out of course.
That dose that’s ever increasing, drops to 0 the day after I’m out of medicine.
My body hurts from the inside out, I’m dizzy and become incapacitated.
Yet, I’m suppose to believe that these chemicals are the reason my life is going well? Not all my hard work it took to get me here?
All I can say is 3 years ago, I wish instead of giving in to the peer pressure of getting on meds, I’d just broken up with the narcissistic abusive boy I was dating.
Because there’s truly nothing more painful than loving someone whose incapable of love, and who reminds you of that on the daily.
I’m better because of my own love, no chemicals can do that. 💕