Healing, Help, and the Meds That Keep Us Here
I want to be real about something a lot of people tiptoe around — medication . Not long ago, I decided to come off my last one. I told myself I was strong enough. Aware enough. Healed enough. But the truth? It was a terrible idea. At first, I felt okay. Then the fog rolled in — slow, quiet, sneaky. In a matter of just five days, I was a complete mess. I couldn’t work. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t hold it together. And I’m not even a very emotional person. Motivation disappeared. My energy vanished. And before I even realized it, those dark thoughts started creeping back in. I felt ashamed. Like needing help meant I had somehow failed at healing. But that’s bullshit . Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is say, “This isn’t working anymore.” And sometimes the strongest move you’ll ever make is going back on the thing that keeps you here. I’m still not 100% my old self again. But I’m showing up. And that’s enough for today. If you’re struggling to find ba...