Medication Taking as the Key to Success

Taking my medication daily is something I do without thinking about it. I mean, I do not skip doses like many people I know. I chose medication since it helps regulate my body as well as my power. Without my meds, I’d be in bad shape. Skipping my medication could frankly kill me. I don’t get people who do this. I dump people like that. I can’t stand people who refuse medication on top of that. Stubborn people who refuse to take any medication. When a friend asks me why, I am at a loss for words. I stay friends with my stable friends.

I know all of two stable friends. I appreciate the way they work hard to manage their health. Maintaining stability is not that hard. I mean people close to me do not take medication and I’m numb at how one refuses to wear a hearing aid. Taking my medication is the key to my success as a writer, and with virtually anything I want to do with my life. I don’t get people who do not want medication. I can only write well because of my meds. I remember what it was like to endure the academic rigorous of high school without medication. My writing actually did suffer, all four years. I couldn’t write coherently or do math very well at all. I struggled academically and it was painful having to explain why to my friends and classmates. I was not stable at all throughout elementary school into high school and well into college where I was trying different meds. I’m used to taking medication. I’m used to being consistent. I can manage to take my meds daily unlike those who do not bother. I expect my friends stay stable since it is hard for an aware person like me to be around people who have symptoms since I pick up on them.

This is what happens when you are aware and on the schizophrenia spectrum. I was never on the autism spectrum, period. I took a test and I wound up not being ADD or anything along those lines at all. I’m sorry for my college years, having to make something up since I didn’t have a concrete diagnosis. I didn’t know I had schizophrenia for many years. It was kept from me. I couldn’t see the right doctors until I bucked my family’s rules in 2012, and worked hard to get treatment.

Now that I’m treated, I’m the only treated one in my family. I’m not going to describe them much, other than to say they might need more medication than they let on. Both my parents that is, and I leave the rest to your imagination. I’m sick to death of my family’s denial. Denial is not just a river in Africa, the t-shirt. I have one printed. I’m fed up with their “I don’t need medication,” manipulations. I feel they need something since OCD affects my family as well. I’m trying to apply social pressure so that they get meds. The bottom line is that they do not sleep well. It is shocking.

I take my medication so I can drive, be stable, and even feel happy. I feel consistently good. That is all medication does. It makes you feel good. All a mentally ill person has to do is take their medication at the right time. I worry about people not on meds, way too much. I also worry about people who skip their meds habitually. That is worrisome. People do this sometimes, for no good reason, other than somehow they get it through their heads that they feel very good, and no longer need the medication. I can’t tell you how awful my life was without medication. It was horrible. I’d start off class normal, wind up depressed midway, and manic at the end. Being mentally ill without treatment is not fun. Medication makes it way easier. The key to any level of success for me is to take my medication consistently.