I have been taking medication to help with anxiety for close to two years now. It took a bit of tweaking, but I finally take something that a) helps my mind to process things at a normal pace, b) helps me to not panic for the majority of the day, c) helps me to not feel sick constantly and d) it helps me SLEEP. I had been feeling pretty good for the last few months. Lots of things have been happening, big decisions have been made and I felt that I was on top of things. I went to see my doctor, discussed my current mental health state and explained how much the delightful side effect of weight gain had been affecting me in a negative way, not only physically, but emotionally and mentally as well. With this in mind, I let my vanity take over. I decided to try to wean off my medication. I have one word for this experience at this point in my life: Disaster. Things seemed to be going OK for the first couple of weeks. I started to just take...
The diary (ramblings) of an anxious Mum.