Sunday, May 10, 2009

Shame...really?

What do you do when your child finds out you take anti-depressants and other medicines, from reading the warning sheets in a walgreens bag. Well, I lied like hell and told her that the warning pamphlets in were only if you used the medicine for depression. Yep...that was me. I lied like hell. There's just something that a young girl doesn't need to know. I grabbed the bag so she didn't read anything else and just didn't make a big deal.

We do what we have to do to survive. Sometimes I feel like a a weak woman for needing help to be happy and survive. Moments like now I realize I'm pretty damn smart for knowing that there is no shame in needing help.

I've come a long way baby. :)

3 comments:

Shanie said...

Girl...guess what?! I take them too!! Definately no shame in taking help we need! ;)

ThoughtsGalore said...

Thanks for saying that! I needed it more than you know. XOXO

aprilbapryll said...

I used to, but I didn't react well on them and I don't have a regular doctor to change around the dosage/scripts so I weaned myself off and never went back. I feel like I'm losing myself sometimes and should get back on them, but then I straighten out and decide not to. One day I'll slide and have to get on them -- no shame in it! My mom is bi-polar and my brother has asbergers, so I guess I would say it runs in the family :) I wouldn't have my family (or me, usually) any other way. You do what you need to do!