I've written about my struggles with depression and the experiment of going off my meds. I've been so lucky to have support through that period. That being said, after much consideration and consultation with my doctor, I've decided to go back on my medication. It wasn't an easy choice. I had hoped to at least make it longer than the couple of months I did. But life doesn't really work that way. Especially not emotions.
I think it became clear to my doctor that I needed to return to my meds when I broke down sobbing after she asked "How are you?" It's a lesser dose; actually the dosage I initially started at back in college.
Writing these posts isn't just about airing my problems into the ether. Or bitching to the world about how damaged I am. It's me trying to share a little piece of myself to a world where so many people suffer in silence. Fear of stigma and judgment keeping them from seeking the help they need. If one person reads my blog and feels less alone in the world, I will consider it a part of me well shared.
You may suffer in silence, but you don't have to be alone.
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