SelenaBarrows12

Happy Pride Month my lovelies

SelenaBarrows12

Real talk, y'all. I've been on a lower dosage of my meds this week. I take a 20 mg and 10 mg dose for my anxiety meds (since there is no 30 mg pill) and ran out of the 20 mg pill last week. So, I've only been on the 10 mg pill. And since my doctor that prescribes my meds and specializes in disabilities, has moved clinics, we've been having issues getting me a refill.
          
          This week has been HELL. Only way to put it. I have barely functioned since Tuesday, when I had mini meltdowns and a huge breakdown that culminated in a half hour nap and then feeling stupid and numb the rest of the day. Since then I've got like, no schoolwork done. All I'm good for is watching Netflix and scrolling through social media and other mindless things.
          
          I've been on anxiety meds for almost 9 years now. I wish I weren't so reliant on them to function. But I'm also not ashamed I take meds. It's not my fault I was dealt a raw deal of autism, anxiety, and ADHD when I was 9. It's not my fault I've struggled lately with depression, and PCOS, and the weight gain that came with PCOS. It's not my fault I have a mental illness. It's my brain. Probably my genetics. AND IT IS NOT ANYONE'S FAULT THAT THEY HAVE A MENTAL ILLNESS. And screw anyone who says otherwise.
          
          I love y'all- whatever you're fighting, keeping slaying it. You aren't alone, and I got you.