It’s been 10 months since my last
confession blog post. That post so long ago was all about admitting I couldn’t do it on my own. I had been off medication for anxiety/depression for a short time and knew I needed it again. I was conflicted about the decision. But I had made a promise to myself that I would ask for help if I ever saw the warning signs again.
My anxiety at that time was so high. I was always agitated. In fact I’d bet money that restarting my medication saved me from:
- Losing my job (by saying something I would have regretted)
- Embarrassing myself in public (by saying something I would have regretted)
- Getting punched in the face (by saying something I would have regretted)
I became so depressed that I could barely move at times. I saw nothing but the ground because I could barely lift my eyes. The only thoughts I had were negative ones.
Starting back on my medication was a gift to me and my family.
I have become myself again.