(via thoughtcatalog)
Happy monday, everyone.
Obviously, when I saw this secret in this week’s Postsecret batch, I had to blog about it, since it reffered to the exact same dose I was prescribed when I was at my worst.
As I’ve blogged many times, my experience with Fluoxetine was very positive. I had my doubts on whether taking medication was the right thing for me (fear of dependance, considering that I have a history of addiction in my family), but when I hit rock bottom, my therapist suggested it so I could reach a basic level of stability to continue treatment.
I didn’t experience any numbness at all, but, then again, I’m a very passionate and expressive person when it comes to my emotions. When I had to be happy, I was still happy, when I had to be sad, I was still sad, when I had to be angry, the world still knew it. Au contraire, I felt like I was much more aware of myself and my surroundings, instead of being lost in a vortex of my negative thoughts.
Realizing this was HUGE; it was somehting that hadn’t happened to me in YEARS.
Can you imagine that? Years of not embracing the beautiful morning of the tropic, the smell of an epic pizza, how good I felt with my family and friends’ company, due to the dementors in my head. Winning this back was amazing!
Every person’s experience is different, but I’m glad the green pill came into my life, and I’m even more glad to let it go. It did its part, and now it’s time to move on and up.
(via coloredsidewalks)
Yeah, I should tape this to my wall.