I don't need you!!
This is what I keep saying to my bottle of antidepressants that I've reluctantly stopped taking for two weeks now. Each day has been challenging, yet I've managed to hardly miss taking my pills... a few hours out of the day.
Granted when I was first prescribed these meds, although discouraged, I was encouraged to use them as a way to take my edgde off during the times of high anxiety and major depression. I admit that it helped... or was it all in my mind? The funny thing is that within these last two weeks, I've listed pros and cons between anti-depressants and marijuana, but have yet to decide which will help me cope or
feel doped up.
I'm beginning to feel like something has to give, and that maybe I actually do need to depend on medications help me live life. What hasn't helped is the lack of excercise + increased areas at work + entrepreneurial spells, just overall stress of adulting.
I guess I will stay motivated in the fact that I don't need my
Meds, but when I do... well, I just won't think about it. It's all in my mind anyways... right