I never wished to discover how medication can be a quick and easy fix at times.
This past weekend, I felt like my old enemy depression was slowly creeping back in as I was suffering with the flu.
After having a panic attack as I started to fear the relapse of depression, I went through my med cabinet to take a mg of Klonopin (which is a benzo).
In about 30 minutes, it calmed the storm in my brain like nothing ever happened.
It’s been about a week and thankfully – I’m trying to taper down the amount I’m taking. But I hate myself for turning to medication as my first resort.
When I experienced my first ever depressive episode, I just terminated my therapy and have never seen a psychiatrist before. But now, I am back in therapy and under a watch of psychiatrist as I have my routine visits in his office.
I am scared, but not as scared. Because I know I CAN and WILL get better once more.
But, is medication really my ultimate answer to win this battle?