Since my sister passed, I have asked myself the same question over and over. How far would I go to live another week, month, year?
In the last couple of days, I have apparently found my answer.
I wanted out of my mind so bad, that I would take anything the doctor pushed my way. He prescribed, I complied.
I weighed the side effects vs. depression. In my mind, I could handle any side effect in order for the pain, which was my life, disappear.
Yesterday, I encouraged advocating for yourself, but for the mentally ill, is that even possible?
Even though I received the look of I told you so from my husband, I’m thankful that he pays attention.
I may have to remain on medication for the rest of my life in order to manage my illness, but I can live with that—as long as I do my research first.