Medicine, a hard pill to swallow

💊 "Everyone is taking something for their mental health these days."

But not me.

Nope, I made it to my mid-forties. I had never been depressed, anxious, or needed medication.

Until

At 44 years old, I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety.

But strength, spirituality, and maturity were my shields. Despite my doctor's suggestion of an #SSRI, I was convinced I could navigate this without medication.

I was wrong.

Months later, after hitting my lowest point, I confronted the darkness within.

It was time to humble myself, and I called my doctor. That week marked the beginning of my journey with mental health medication – no quick fix, no instant relief, but a path to healing.

Admitting my need for help doesn't diminish my strength, spirituality, or maturity. In fact, it might be the bravest step I've ever taken. 💪

#MentalHealthJourney #BreakingTheStigma #StrengthInVulnerability

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