Hi. I'm coming here to say some things that I can't or don't really say to most people in hopes of not feeling as alone anymore. I've struggled with anxiety and depression for about 6 years now and there have been a lot of ups and downs. For me, my anxiety kind of takes over and drains me mentally and physically and later morphs into full-on depression periods. I have been seeing the same therapist for about four years and I love her, but sometimes when I get too comfortable with people or believe that they think of me in a certain way, it's sometimes hard to be completely honest. Frankly, one of the hardest things for me to do is, to be honest with myself. I am currently in school and have great friends, but again it's hard for me to be myself sometimes. I'm not the only one out of my friends who struggles with anxiety and depression, but for some reason, I always feel like the odd one out and I have my entire life.
I guess I just came here because I wanted to basically be honest with myself and write about it and share it with someone. Recently my depression has gotten pretty bad. Two years ago was the lowest time in my life and right now I'm feeling pretty close to it. I went off my medicine (Fluoxetine) last year at this time and had the most amazing summer and fall, but this winter something shifted and it kind of all hit me again. I decided with my therapist I should go back on my medicine and I've been on it for about 2 weeks now and I'm feeling the effects of it a little bit. It was really hard for me to finally decide to go back on my medicine. For some reason, I don't like taking it and everyone asks me "why?" and I really don't have an answer. Maybe it's just the fact that I can't solve something for myself, or that it kind of forces me to be honest with myself, but I don't like it. This winter though I finally understood that some things are just necessary. I guess I'm just wondering if anyone else has felt that way about medicine before?