I can’t tell you how many times I’ve kept my mouth shut as I’ve even listened to my own friends rail against antidepressants.
The stigma of antidepressants was so deeply ingrained in my brain that I refused to take them, and instead, I chose to suffer from an unshakeable sadness that destroyed half of my 20s.
Finally, after a breakdown, I saw an amazing doctor who explained to me that depression is a real illness.
“You wouldn’t shame a person with a physical illness for taking medication, so why do we shame people with mental illness for taking a medication that could potentially save their lives?” the doctor gently asked me, as she wrote me a prescription for Lexapro.
(Lexapro is an antidepressant known as a SSRI, which is said to increase the levels of a serotonin in your brain and, in turn , elevate your mood).
I begrudgingly took the medication, and after about two weeks, I began to see a tiny beam of light gleaming at the end of the tunnel.
After three months, I couldn’t believe I had let myself live in such darkness for so long.
I’m in no way trying to push a pro-medication agenda onto any of you.
Popping pills alone is definitely not going to heal the gaping wounds of trauma or piece together a broken heart.
And hell, if you can work your way through the darkness with meditation and talk therapy, kudos to you. Seriously.
However, if you’re out there and you’re reading this and you’ve done all the yoga and all the therapy in the world, and you still feel like you’re living beneath a dark veil of gloom and doom every day of your life, you’re not alone.
I see you, and I am you.
I’m not a doctor. I’m not a shrink or even a counselor, but I am a real girl whose life drastically improved when she started taking…