I've been on different forms of ssri, snris since the age of seven. I'm 32 now. It's debatable my parents used medication as a way of silencing me, as I was lashing out and making suicide attempts and violent threats as a response to my father's physical and sexual abuse.
Regardless, I've been on so long I don't believe I could function without them. Every time I've gone off, whether cold turkey or under a psychiatrist's supervision, I've fell into the deepest, even catatonic, depressions of my life. Even had a psychotic break which required shock treatment.
I've been in therapy, ptsd groups, religiously exercised, meditation, journaling, and a whole lot more, but the medication has always been there. Both sides of my family have a history of suicide, alcoholism, depression, and other mental illnesses.
I feel like an addict but also justify it, in that you wouldn't shame a diabetic for taking insulin.
Regardless, I've been on so long I don't believe I could function without them. Every time I've gone off, whether cold turkey or under a psychiatrist's supervision, I've fell into the deepest, even catatonic, depressions of my life. Even had a psychotic break which required shock treatment.
I've been in therapy, ptsd groups, religiously exercised, meditation, journaling, and a whole lot more, but the medication has always been there. Both sides of my family have a history of suicide, alcoholism, depression, and other mental illnesses.
I feel like an addict but also justify it, in that you wouldn't shame a diabetic for taking insulin.