Robert Collins2 said:It’s pretty straightforward, really. I couldn't check my blind spots while driving, I couldn't even pull away from a stoplight without stalling the car, things were constantly slipping right out of my hands, and I’d completely blank on basic words and definitions—and look, I’m an English professor, if that doesn't tell you how messed up it was. That’s the thing about this disease; it’s beautiful in its cruelty, hitting you exactly where it hurts most, tearing down everything you are until you're just a shell of a person, staring down the barrel of suicide...
Some people are never going to get it, but let me tell you, I was living in a total nightmare. I was three minutes away from a stroke or just flat-out dying. And yeah, I was on psych meds. I still am. They’re the reason I stayed afloat long enough to start therapy and actually face myself. I’m not popping massive, old-school doses anymore; I’m on much lower amounts now, strictly under my doctor's supervision. I don't just toss them back blindly, and I never will. But those medications? For me, and for so many others, they were a literal lifeline. They saved my life.
So don't bother coming at me with your "research" or your links trying to prove me wrong. It's not happening. Period. End of story. ☕
Sorry, I was just asking. I wasn't trying to convince anyone of anything. You went to therapy alongside medication, which is a complete approach to treatment. Some people seem to think mental health issues can only be treated by drugging someone up with meds that have questionable side effects. I agree there are pharmaceutical lobbies, that not all side effects are caught, and that greed plays a role in the industry—there's definitely a "Big Pharma" machine at work. But no one can claim someone died solely because of a pill, since every psychiatric drug comes with a warning to stop use if suicidal thoughts occur.
As for missing blind spots and stalling your car? That’s just because you're a woman, not because of the illness. (Just kidding!)