I hate medication. I’m one of those hippy dippy trippy people who prefers to use oils and herbs to solve all my ailments. I only go to the doctor when I’ve tried all my old methods and nothing has worked. I believe that going to the doctor has its time and place, but I also believe people rely too much on man-made chemicals for their health. While these man-made chemicals have helped me and others (I am pro-vaccines, antibiotics, etc. but I think people need to take it easy on the opioids), I don’t want to become addicted to anything or have to deal with any sort of come down. I would also rather change my lifestyle than try to take a “miracle” pill.
After all that self-righteous talk, and displaying all my reasons to not take medication, it has come to the point in my mental health where I have to start taking anti-depressants. While they do seem to be helping, I hate the fact that I have to. I feel weak, I feel like my body or my mind has failed me, that I failed my body and my mind by not being strong enough.
I’m glad for the medication, but I really wish that I could just get better by doing more yoga or doing a juice cleanse. I have a lot of pride in my healthy lifestyle and generally positive outlook on life and artistic tendencies, so this is quite a blow.
Perhaps God is trying to humble me more. Never a fun thing, but I’m sure I need it. Maybe I need more empathy to accompany my already empathetic nature.
It’s gonna be okay. I just need to get a grip.
Sorry for the rant, I figured I would share because perhaps my story could help others know that they aren’t alone.
You’re not alone.
Have a wonderful day and Namaste.