Before I got diagnosed with a mood disorder, I was guilty of stigmatizing. I was afraid of pills. “Only ‘crazy’ people take pills,” I thought. “I’m not ‘crazy.’” I worried it would induce what I called an “artificial happiness.” I thought it would render me a fake version of myself.
Would I feel all “Happy Happy Joy Joy” like that infamous “Ren and Stimpy” cartoon? Would I become a “zombie,” whose feelings were zilch?
Would I feel “drugged” all the time, disconnected from my true feelings? These were my fears. Seriously. It scared the bejesus out of me that I might need to rely on pills to feel normal for the rest of my life.Read more on themighty.com