My Year with Prozac:
(This is kind of a big deal for me to share but stepping out of my comfort zone has been the theme lately)
Around this time last year, I was really having a rough go of it. I’ll spare you specifics but I wasn’t the belle of the ball. It wasn’t the first time but it was the first time I decided I had had enough of drowning within myself.
So I asked for help.
And in seeking that help it was discovered that in my brain, coursing around my body, I had too much of one thing and not enough of another.
So on this day exactly one year ago, I held a little pill, half blue and half white.
I stood there, half with fear and half with hope.
And I took it that day. And the next. And at first, it robbed me of my energy and appetite. My focus and passions. It seemingly made me a little worse for a little while.
But out of moves, I took it. Day after day.
Until one day, I touched the surface of the water. I got stronger.
My fingertips brushed the air for the first time in a long time.
Pretty soon, my head was above the waves. They were rocky but I could breathe. And slowly I began to tread water.
I steadily became strong enough to deal with the “too much” while I got help with the “not enough.”
I became more balanced.
Am I balanced every single day? No.
Do I still have my down days? Anxious thoughts that can wreak havoc?
Yes. I probably always will. Sometimes the waves are choppy. And that’s okay.
It’s all part of growing. To keep going. Saying “and.” This year has taught me so much. This life is worth every breath we take.
Here’s to a year of change.
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