A Twist of Fate: When a Leap of Faith Led to a Near-Fatal Crisis
The medication sat defiantly on my bedside table, looming like a tiny white truce flag. I absolutely knew better than to mess with it. I knew the dangers of abruptly stopping antidepressants. I’d learnt that lesson the hard way, spending a guilt-ridden week binge-watching TV, unable to form coherent sentences, let alone function as a normal human being.
As I sipped my late-night chamomile tea, the familiar anxiety gnawed at my chest. But I had found a new tactic: to preempt it with debilitating, I shifted the timing, pulling my pill regimen earlier and earlier – until, ahead of my period, rather than taking the time-honored path of panic-inducing, horrifying voyage. My partner missed this habit; couldn’t they just accept My therapist? They might’ve recognized my decreasing good nights,ntly." "It’s just stress," I told her. "Maybe normal. And if I’d actually been listening to what my body had been screaming at me for weeks
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