As a teenager, I fought my mother and the medication.
In my 20’s, it is hard to keep up with the large doses my doctor prescribes me.
I have been incredibly stable and happy for a long time—for the most part. Because I have occasional mood swings, my doctor wants to see evidence of stability for an even more extended period before she will consider reducing the 10 pills I take each day.
I feel trapped. I don’t want to take them, but she wants me to. I respect her opinion, but I can’t do this.
And so, I confess. I am on my own doses—and I have been, for a couple of months now.
I have a lot of medication in my cupboard because I haven’t been taking the “correct” amount.
Now, I don’t have to go back to the doctor for a while. I don’t have to argue with her and tell her what I’ve been doing, at least for another month or two.
She will catch me.