I Take Medication For My Mental Health And I’m No Longer Ashamed

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Last week I told someone I take antidepressants…and I was totally OK with it.

It was a random and unexpected encounter with someone I had never met. I rocked up at a friend’s book launch alone. I didn’t know anyone, which I guess was a personal achievement in itself. In my eating disorder, I would never have been able to do any of the below:

·      Casually turn at an event.

·      Casually go ANYWHERE without days of preparation.

·      Casually arrive alone somewhere I’ve never been before.

I arrived to a room full of people and felt slightly vulnerable as anyone would. A smiley face greeted, which was a good start. We spent a few minutes with the usual chat of how, and why we both knew the person whose launch it was. We then moved onto perhaps the next obvious question; “What do you do?” My normal response is to say my job (a TV producer), but these days I don’t feel that my day job gives enough explanation. The last few times I’ve been asked, I have also replied with; “Alongside this I founded a community connecting people with an experience of an eating disorder/mental health issue.” Each time, the person has been more interested in hearing about the latter, than the former. I had only said a few words, before my conversation partner interjected with “Wow, I also talk about mental health and my depression.”

Over the past year or so, I have become at ease with talking about my experience of anorexia, but I have been less forthcoming with admitting that I take antidepressants. Taking medication was a big ‘no-no’ for me. Despite understanding that an eating disorder is a mental illness, and acknowledging my mind needed some pain relief (just as a broken leg might), I still felt immense shame at taking anything.

Having only met Jo for a total of 10 minutes, I told him that I took anti-depressants. I did so, because we had connected. We connected at a deeper level than the airy-fairy chit-chat that usually comes with first meetings. He shared some of himself with me, and in turn I did with him. My reluctance in telling anyone has always been about not wanting to feel like a failure. I wanted to be able to ‘sort myself out’ without drugs. Alongside this, I felt as though they would only act as a ‘sticking plaster,’ and that once I came off them all the dark stuff inside me, would still be there.

I managed to avoid taking any medication for the first month after being admitted to inpatient treatment, by flatly refusing to engage in any conversation with my treatment team. I was determined to feel the pain. I didn’t want to numb it; but it didn’t take long before I had to admit defeat. My stay in the clinic got way harder before it got easier. My team were concerned that I wasn’t fully able to engage in the programme, because my thoughts and feelings were all too consuming. I was crying pretty much all day every day, and had become exhausted. The pain I felt was not just physical (adjusting to the increase in food), but was mental. I wanted to cut off my head and escape everything inside. It got so intense, I finally decided that perhaps I didn’t know better, and accepted their suggestions.

It has been five years since I swallowed my first tablet and I am still taking them. I have considered coming off them many times, and never intended to remain on them indefinitely, but I have accepted that right now they are a huge help to me. Despite my concerns that they would numb all my feelings and turn me into a robot, I still feel every emotion possible; but instead of them paralysing me, they are manageable. Antidepressants are not a magic cure or instant ‘happy pill’, I believe that they work best in conjunction with talking therapy. One doesn’t work without the other; they are complimentary. Without the medication, I would not have been mentally able to engage and access the talking therapy, and without the talking therapy, the medication would have been a temporary fix.

My relationship with my box of daily pills has up until this point, been far from harmonious. I hid the box from friends, family and colleagues, feeling ashamed that I was not strong enough to cope without them. I went cold turkey for a week when I ran out, thinking I would be fine. I DO NOT recommend this; I experienced all sorts of awful mental and physical symptoms. That was late last year, and I have been back on them since. I respect the little round things a whole lot more these days. I no longer look at them with disgust, because really, that disgust was aimed at me – and I don’t deserve that. I am at peace with taking them, just as I am with taking an over the counter pain relief to ease any other ache or pain.

Back to my encounter with Jo. Revealing that I’m recovered from an eating disorder or take antidepressants isn’t the usual way I begin a conversation with a stranger. I am a relatively private person, but when you meet someone who has a similar experience, your barriers soften and you don’t feel as vulnerable. Jo spoke my language, he understood and he made no judgement.

Much prejudice against antidepressants has diminished in recent years, but the acceptance is largely aligned with the idea that that they are a temporary measure. I think that one of the reasons that the stigma still exists, is because taking medication is associated with other conditions, such as bipolar and schizophrenia, which are still deemed to be conditions of the ‘insane.’ They are not, they are also about a chemical in balance in the brain, a change in lifestyle, increase in stress or trauma. People with mental health are NOT, as is often believed – a danger to society.

Our minds are complex and deserve to function as best they can. If that means taking a tablet to help with that, then I see no shame in admitting it. Every one of us has ‘mental health’ just as we have ‘physical health’ – both deserve equal attention. Personally, I am not sure how long I will continue taking antidepressants, but what I am sure is that they will no longer be hidden at the back of the cupboard as my ‘dirty secret.’ TC mark

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