Medication Mediation: My Journey Through the Psychiactric Industry

Sadly we live in a society where medication is easier to get than some of the necessities. It's a sad state of affairs that doctors are so willing to medicate almost any affliction away yet so unwilling to try and see if there is something else at the root of the problem that is presenting itself. A few years ago I was quite unfortunately one of the over medication millions. I was medically diagnosed at bipolar. Although at first the range of diagnosis were many, bipolar was the one that ultimately stuck. I was medicated from the time I was thirteen to the time I was twenty three. Ten years of my life was spent in a state of semi-consciousness. I was miserable.

I was a very precocious child, quite intelligent at a very young age, I was also very emotional. A fact that in and of itself did make me rather difficult to handle. My parents did a wonderful job while I was home, yet when I started my schooling things started to slowly fall apart. In preschool, I remember many times being the outcast. I was a "crier" and had attachment issues, there is one in every class it seems, and it just so happens that I was that child. Although these issues I had as a child did label me as "different" a title I never successfully removed, there were indeed tangible reasons behind this. Reasons that those who knew my history understood and made sincere attempts at helping me handle. Unfortunately, these were not typical childhood issues, not many knew how to handle.

I didn't really fit in with the other kids, I was the proverbial square peg in a round hole. Things never really got much better for me, and continued on as this for quite a few years. When I had reached the age of thirteen things got worse, much worse. I had a teacher that truly did not like me. She had gotten to the point where she simply stated quite bluntly, put her on medication or change schools. Although in regards to my parents decision I do understand, I will never agree.

Sadly the medication turmoil is not without some lingering side effects in myself, I am thankfully off of it all. I do know that there are some people who are truly in need of these medications, I am just not one of them. It's been over a year, and I am getting better still. I am taking this new, unadulterated journey with hope. So far this attitude has served me very well. Things have been a bit rough as of late, but I'm still moving forward. Stressed at times but happy.

Then again, isn't that what life is?