Look Ma, No Meds!
I'm coming out of the closet about discontinuing the use of psychiatric drugs. I've been on some form of medication for the past six or seven years, and it's been a wild ride that I've wanted to jump off since the beginning. I haven't taken them since December 4. Initially, it was really difficult. Withdrawals are a bitch. I'd wake up feeling hungover even though I made a point of abstaining from alcohol, but I'd might as well have snorted an eight ball and downed a bottle of gin if I wanted to wake up feeling that way. After a couple of weeks, said withdrawals began to subside and after a month, they went away completely. That's about how long it takes to get it all out of your system. I let a few trusted friends, as well as my therapist, in on my undertaking and I was met with plenty of support as well as warnings to be careful. I've heard all kinds of horror stories. Shit, I've lived them. This isn't my first rodeo, so to speak. But this...