In a State Of Existential Dread Since 1994

Okay but I don’t care about nebulous baggage, I care about my neurochemical state permitting me to retain executive function so I can be a relatively competent human being who feels like life is pretty okay at least some of the time. So I will absolutely uwu stay medicated and the many other people whose lives would be better if they took their meds should absolutely uwu stay medicated, and I wish to strongly urge everyone else to uwu stop and think critically before you blithely parrot baseless handwringing rooted in the bizarre social stigma against literally just taking medicine for illnesses.

I don’t think anyone would discourage a mentally ill person from taking their medications if they themselves had experienced the alternative. I’ve been on Prozac for 10 months; I should have been on it a decade ago. I resisted for so long because of the stigma around SSRIs and depression in general, and because I didn’t want to admit that I was sick and not in control. I finally agreed to go on medication out of shear desperation, almost a year after I finally started going to therapy. I had just finished grad school and was unemployed. I wasn’t suicidal at the time, but I had been on an off since I was a teenager, to the point that I assumed I was one bad day away from taking my own life.