If You’re Happy and you Know it Shake your Meds

Something I don’t like to admit is that I need my medication. Which is ridiculous I know. If you’re diabetic and you need insulin, you take it. If you have depression and anxiety you might need medication to say get out of bed or not cry at work or scream at your family (even though it might be totally warranted).

See I like to pretend that I’m mature and I’ve learned coping skills and I’ve done the work on myself, but after this week…nah man I probably just am much more functional thanks to antidepressants.

I’ve been under some stress which makes me forget stuff. Like taking my antidepressants. Which does not help with the stress. On top of that there’s been staffing issues at work and tantrums at home. And tantrums at the work (mostly from the children).

The first night I forgot I wasn’t sure if I took them or not, then the same thing the night after. I thought I was having a nervous break down until I started getting ‘brain zaps’. Which is a lovely withdrawal symptom you get when you stop taking an antidepressant. Imagine feeling an electric shock to the head or sometimes even limbs or chest just randomly but especially anytime you try to relax.

So on the upside I wasn’t losing it or having a nervous breakdown. Well maybe I was but atleast I might feel better in a few days.

Sometimes I feel like I’m changing my personality by using a medication. Sometimes I feel like the way society is needs to change that us sensitive types need meds to ‘cope’. But we aren’t going to change it by crying and blaming ourselves for everything which is what I was reduced to this week.

I like to be a problem solver rather than being a blame assigner in life. So today I bought a pill organiser. Last night I came up with some solutions for work issues which I plan to implement next week and I’m leaving anything not immediately necessary for a few days.