So, it’s been three weeks since my psychiatrist prescribed me some drops of escitalopram. I was hoping it was something that I could stop using whenever I wanted and that wouldn’t take control of my mind, but I found out that once you begin taking it, you can’t stop, or you’ll be feeling even worse (because of the side effects). I was scared it would have made me do things I don’t ‘believe’ in, such as being happy when there’s nothing to be happy about or being okay with a pointless, stupid life like mine. That’s why I’ve never started taking it.
I obviously made my […]