In the past I’ve been pretty adamant about finding alternatives for medication, and I still am to some extent. Medication is really tricky and it’s difficult to know if it’s right for you, which is why it’s so important to have a good psychiatrist or other medical professional who can prescribe you medication.
I’ve been taking medication for 16 years and yet I still sometimes have a problem with it. There was a five year period where I was off medication completely but that ended three years ago, and I’ve been back on ever since. I felt some sense of pride that I didn’t need medication, which is really stupid because there’s nothing wrong with taking medication. But this was 8 years ago and the mental health movement was still far from taking off. I was so embarrassed of my medication that I used to hide it in vitamin bottles so my roommates wouldn’t know.
Not everyone with a mental illness needs medication, but for those of us who do it can sometimes be a hard pill to swallow (no pun intended) to know that you may very well be on medication for the rest of your life. For me, it makes me feel like I’m sick and I hate that feeling. Most of the time I’m ok with the fact that I have a mental illness and I need to take medication to manage it, but sometimes it can be really hard to deal with. I get this idea that I need pills to be normal and that somehow makes me wrong or broken. But really that’s not the case. So many people take medication for so many reasons and I would never judge someone for taking their medication so why should I judge myself?
I currently take two medications, one as a mood stabilizer and one to help with depression. Recently I added a third to help with anxiety, which for some reason I had been very hesitant to take. I’ve struggled with anxiety since high school but over the past several months it had become unmanageable. I found myself having a hard time having conversations with people or reading because I could’t stop my mind from racing. I had so many irrational fears and found myself performing rituals, similar to OCD, like checking the door lock more and more. Sometimes the anxiety about locking the door got to bad that I would get to work (which is a 40 minute commute) and turn around and go home to check the door. I’m sorry to say I did that more than a few times.
Even though anxiety was clearly affecting my life in a very negative way, I was hesitant to talk to my doctor about it. I would casually mention it but always downplayed it and said it was probably just because of work. But finally it got to the point where I couldn’t enjoy being with other people because I was too anxious about literally anything that I finally said something to my doctor. He gave me a prescription for an anti-anxiety medication and I am not kidding when I say this – it was LIFE CHANGING. It felt like someone finally silenced the constant chatter of my mind that was incessantly and relentlessly pestering me with things to worry about. I can’t fully explain how helpful this medication is to me because it’s that amazing. I feel like I got my life back.
My point is not to push drugs on people, but to say that it’s important to be open to treatment. There’s no need to suffer is silence. If you’re taking medication and something isn’t working, tell your doctor. If you think you might need medication, talk to your primary care about finding a psychiatrist. It’s amazing how medication can change your life and there’s no reason to feel ashamed that you need to take a pill (or two) to feel like yourself. I’m trying to erase “feeling normal” from my vocabulary because what does feeling normal even mean? I like feeling like me, and being riddled with anxiety is anything but that. I wish I had said something sooner because anxiety got in the way for lot of things for me over the past several months. But I’m happy I finally said something and found the help that I needed. For me, natural remedies don’t work and I need medication. And there is nothing wrong with that.