i realized that i was in-denial of having mental illness. i stopped my medications this month because my finances are going through a hard time since we will be moving to a new home in a different city and the relocation fees like rent deposits, truck rental, gas & etc are all on me. i have computed how much it would affect my savings, not to mention that our company reimburses medical fees EXCEPT FOR MENTAL HEALTH RELATED which sucks, right? another thing, i said to myself that i was doing pretty well the last few weeks that i could go without the med, that maybe i was misdiagnosed.
these past few days, i was worse than ever— my thoughts are racing very fast that i feel so agitated, i need to move, i need to write, i need to do something yet i feel so low, depressed and far from being just sad. my co-workers and my family could notice it as i’ve been talking to to them but my mind was everywhere that they couldn’t understand. been having multiple delusions about my co-workers trying to harm me in every possible way. i’m struggling but i am fighting, i wish i could stop fighting but i don’t want to give in. i guess i’ll hear my psychiatrist’s “i told you so, you need medications” by next month, i hope.
i am not my mental illness, i will fight.














