Without a doubt I have been in a major dry spell for posts for the past few weeks. My apologies for that because I miss it and I miss talking with other bloggers out there in the community. With that in mind I thought I’d take the chance to talk about the topic I spoke about in a post awhile back, The Struggle To Talk.
Because as it goes, once you get diagnosed, in comes the medication. It’s not going to take long and it’s a simple fact apparently.
As I believe I said in my last post about mental health and my life, I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety, that was done over a year ago now, during March 2015 as my mother found out for the second time that I was suicidal and I hit a new all time low in my short life. Before long I was going to the hospital an hour away from home to see the doctors they had there dedicated for teen mental health. The psychiatrist appointments began along with counselling for the umpteenth time in my life. The new part? Medication. Or, my meds. Continue reading “The Medication Life”