Hello and happy Monday.
This has been an interesting week. With teachers being on strike, my kids haven’t been in school since Wednesday and we aren’t sure when they are going back. Things are very precarious right now. We will see what happens. Until then my house is full of kids. I have five extras today and am loving it. I love when kids just play. It really feels like spring break over here.
There is something that has been on my mind for awhile now but I haven’t been ready to talk about. I think I am now. Let’s talk meds. Are you on medication? Have you ever been on medication? Do you know someone who is on medication? I’m sure the answer to at least one of these is “yes”. I’m definitely on medication and have been for several years now. The first time I went on meds I was terrified. I was sure that taking medicine for my depression was admitting I’m a failure. I was also afraid of what other people would think if they found out. I was teaching preschool and was terrified that the parents of my students would pull their kids from my school if they knew I was on medication. I felt like I was untrustworthy because I had no control over myself. I’ve since learned otherwise. First, I’m not a failure for being on medicine to control my depression. That’s just ridiculous. I’m not a failure for wearing glasses so why would I be a failure for having a difference in my mind? I learned that not only are most people supportive, but they want to talk about it. Being on medicine has not made me a weaker, lesser person, it has made me stronger and better. Let’s face it, I am a much better version of myself being on medication then I am without it.
If it hadn’t been for the openness of someone I love I wouldn’t have had the courage to start my meds. Years ago they opened up to me about depression and being on medicine. It was at a time in my life when I definitely needed help but was unaware of what I needed. Learning about someone else’s struggles gave me the courage to seek the help I needed when that problem got worse. This is why I try to be open. Because of someone else’s openness I was able to put my fears aside and work towards getting better. I was afraid. I was afraid to ask for help, I was afraid to get my prescription filled, I was afraid to tell my husband, I was afraid to take medicine. I’m so grateful I worked through that fear and I am so grateful for that conversation I had long ago. And I am thankful for the meds I am on. Without them I would be one miserable crazy mess.
So if you are on meds, or thinking about it, know that its ok. If you know someone on them be loving, they are fighting a hard battle.
You are important and you are loved. Please have a great week.