Why take meds? They are not a cure for her problems, it's just a temporary fix that will have to last for her entire life.
Oh boy... lol the reason I take meds is a lengthy discussion.
But what it ultimately comes down to, is the difference between, a fully functioning happy life, and, a life that cannot be lived because you are in constant crisis. (When I use the word crisis I’m referring to the psychiatric fields use of the term- which means, you have reached a point of complete dysfunction and can no longer live this way due to the excessive levels of whatever mental problem is happening for you at this time.)
My problem is related to chemical imbalances in the brain (and even the body). So I take meds for both of those issues to level me out. A very important one being leveled out by these meds, is serotonin.
You want your serotonin to be balanced, evenly distributed, and not to low or too high.
So yeah, without this balance, it causes panic attacks that last for days, and suicidal ideation and depression at level so intense- that between the two coupled simultaneously I start to dissociate. I get the sensation I am watching myself but am no longer in touch with my body, it’s feeling, and have no control over what it’s doing. And during this “episode” I will typically, be very, extremely driven- to suicide. Just because of how intense the depression and suicidal ideation is- and the sheer panic. When all of that is going on, I’m not in my right mind. I’m not able to rationally step in, as a calm version of myself and say, “hey, you shouldn’t kill yourself, that’s really rash and insane.”
“There’s plenty of reasons to live.” Because I’m just not in my right goddamn mind. You can’t be, a healthy mind for yourself- when your mind, is the unhealthy mind, and you’re *inside* that unhealthy mind and ruled by its, imbalances and dysfunctions, and poor thought patterns.
With the help of therapy I have been able to deal with this particular situation, suicidal thought patterns, ideation, depression, panic attacks, etc. By learning not only how to prevent them but also how to deal with them.
However, without my medication- I’m not able to make this sort of progress, and return to a healthy functioning life.
Instead I’m just stuck. In that “crisis” point I talked about. Where I’m just basically huddling in a corner, rocking back and forth, talking to myself saying “everythings going to be ok” about 100x, and having a panic attack. The panic never stops, I guess because of the chemical imbalance. I don’t know if you’ve ever had one but, without meds, my mind and body are in a *constant* one. I don’t get a break, to eat lunch or, sleep. There’s no napping. It’s absolute torture, it’s really sad.
But yeah uh, I’m very lucky that I have medication. Because without it, I really wouldn’t be here right now. It was just too intense how suicidal I was, how far gone into depression I was, and with the intense panic. All it took was a bout of dissociation and I would slip. It literally feels like the feeling of, missing a step going down a flight of stairs. But then you catch yourself. But for me there was no catch yourself. You get this slipping feeling and you’re watching yourself do things you shouldn’t. And then you’re dead.
And that’s mental illness folks. What I’m describing is like I said, crisis. So, I think because I waited so long to start any kind of treatment process (ten years about), things escalated to a point where my brain and body were just fucking fried. Literally, my adrenal glands were shot. Cortisol glands were shot. I was under 90 pounds when I first came in. I was, in rough rough shape. My life was a train wreck. I didn’t even know who I was. I was just so lost in all of it. The anxiety, depression, and ptsd. A tiny bit of an eating disorder as well. Hurray.
So yeah, got help. Took some time, meds weren’t an immediate fix by any means. It’s taken years, and a lot of changes have had to be made and, there’ve most definitely been ups and downs.
But nothing like, the crisis situation I described which, is ultimately where i end up rather quickly as soon as I stop taking the medication again.
Without it, it’s like. My brain is just, hay wire. Or something, I dunno. Out of balance. It can’t regulate itself well.
So I have to be on it, in order to not be put through pure hell and to have some normalcy. My own version of it anyway. :)
Hope that made sense.