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Desperate

    Growing up I skipped doses to control allergies, colds and headaches. Found alternative home remedies to defeat taking medicines. I didn't know that one day  all those times I wasn't taking medication I'd make up for it later. 


Trial and Error

    For years my doctor and I tweaked my medication cocktail. We'd try a combination which worked for a little while but then those good effects wore off and my depression and the negative symptoms returned- aggressively.  I've suffered in silence alone. In bed struggling for relief.

    I've had to jump through hoops everyday for months at a time to have a good day. Followed a strict routine of exercising, meditation and prayer, listening to pep talks, journaling and checking in with family and friends while attending therapy and taking medications to manage my schizophrenia, bipolar and depression. 


Appreciation for Medication

    Now I take meds for headaches and everything. Those small nuisances of colds and allergies. I appreciate my treatment team and medication as a way to control my symptoms.

    Since 2007, I've been on medication. I'm grateful I found something that works well for me. I take my pills because I know somewhere someone doesn't have access to treatment but wants it. 

    I'm thankful I can tackle opportunities to strive in life and overcome these health conditions. I've seen friends with similar diagnoses gain a lot of rewards. I've seen friends who chose not to take medication struggle.


Stay on Treatment

    Don't suffer in silence there's much to conquer in life... If you found treatment that works well I encourage you to continue. The rewards are your mental stability and wellbeing.

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