tomorrow will be my first complete week on medication.
in all my years of just growing up and stuff, i never thought i’d be the one to go through depression and take medication to make me feel better.
it kind of makes me feel less of myself because i take meds now.
i guess the meds do make me not think about the bad stuff…
there is a part of me that doesn’t want to take the medication, but it makes me better… i think.
i honestly don’t know if i can tell if it’s working or not.
i did wake up this morning and forced myself to not take the pills, just to see what it would do to me.
i did have a little ‘freak out’ this morning when i was taking a shower…
i just kept asking myself… why… why me… why am i still here… i don’t belong here…
be well, my friend.