My Name Is Cassie, And I Take An Anti-Depressant

Stress can bring out the best & worst in people. As a parent of a special needs child, I have a lot of stress. Everyday stress that all parents have, added stress of avoiding meltdowns, dealing with meltdowns, appointments with specialists, financial stress (will insurance follow through?), and just plain old freakin stress that everybody has. If you're like me, and depression runs in your family on one or more sides, chances are good you're going to need an antidepressant. All that stress is going to eventually kill whatever was repressing that characteristic trait you were born with, and you're going to have to do something about it.

There are all kinds of stereotypes that comes a long with taking medication for depression or anxiety. Your crazy, your unstable, your weak--None of which are true. You know what I think? If you have the courage to tell your doctor that things aren't okay, that you need help, you're brave. And once you start to feel better, you walk around like billboard for happy pills. Suddenly, you just want to spread the love, and people are going to react to you. Don't let them bring you down. Do not be ashamed for taking something that helps you become healthy & stay healthy. Be a part of the movement that breaks those stigmas.

I take an an antidepressant and anxiety medication daily. I am not ashamed. I went for years thinking that something was wrong with me, because I was struggling to live happily everyday. There were lots of tears, lots of anger, moodiness, and it had a negative impact on my health, my marriage, and who knows what else. People would often call me strong and put me on a podium, but in reality, any emotional strength I mustered to get me through a hospital stay and/or home treatment, would crumble into a bout of depression after the trouble passed. How did this effect my health? I am 29 years old & I've had shingles 4 times. Last year a colonoscopy (yes, I had one at 28) revealed 7 polyps, 2 of which were precancerous. I have esophagitis and acid reflux that I have to take  medication for daily. For some reason, nobody has ever given me a hard time about that. I have had only a handful of major panic attacks, but I was having small ones before I even realized what they were. A couple of years ago, a massive one landed myself in the ER, and it started the ball rolling to go back on medication.

I'm not saying that taking anxiety or antidepressant medications sooner would have prevented any of these, but I probably wouldn't have had shingles once. Who knows? And it's not a cure all. I still have bad days, but I have more good days. Sometimes I even get stuck in a rut, but it doesn't last. Please, if you're struggling, don't be afraid to talk to your doctor and get some help. Sometimes just talking to another person about what's bothering you can make a big difference.