Here they are. The magic pills. 30mg a day.
Anti-depressants. Happy pills. Anti-anxiety medication. Call them what you like.
Even after losing Grace, I never felt like I needed ‘help’. I’ve always thought I’ve had a sound mind and didn’t want to be put under the category that surrounds mental health. I didn’t want to be labelled.
But life got hard when I fell pregnant again. And the anxiety began to build. The thought of losing another child crippled me. I couldn’t sleep for fear of waking up the news that my body had failed another baby.
So, I started on a pill called Sertaline, quite common for anxiety and depression (although I would never admit I was depressed). I started on the lowest dose but found by a few months in I was the highest dose you could go.
I would wake up unusually happy in the mornings. I felt euphoric but unfortunately numb to anything. This drug I was taking to stop the anxiety pretty much stopped any other emotion. I couldnt physically cry.
All was working well, Esme was here and everything seemed great. Life had a new meaning. A new baby to take care of and love- I felt like I was better than I had ever been before… so I stopped taking them.
Then came the crash.. I thought I was going to have a mental breakdown. I now know why you should wean yourself slowly off anti-depressants.
I started taking them again but then something changed in my head. I started getting side effects I didn’t like. Nightmares. Horrible fucking dreams where I would wake up dripping in sweat and pure fear.
The worst dream, is me waking up, still half asleep and pulling back the bed covers. Ripping at the sheets searching for ‘my baby’. I don’t remember this but I turned to Lewis and said ‘we’ve lost another one’.
So ever since, I’ve been on Citalopram. A different drug. I feel they stop the anxiety but they make me tired. Like I’m in a constant fog of sleepiness, yet when I go to bed I can’t fall sleep.
Today is a good day. I’m neither sad or happy, but I would be lying to myself to say I’m not still grieving.
I’ve learnt to take each day as it comes. I’ve learnt it’s okay not to be okay. Ive learned it’s okay to ask for help whether physically or mentally.
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