There’s so much stigma around taking medication for your mental health. So the three of us decided to share our own stories, honestly and out loud, to encourage you to get the help you need if you need it. No shame, no whispering, just the truth about what it was actually like for us.
Cameron: Depression + OCD
My first SSRI experience was as a teenager, treated for depression without the right dose or the right information, and it went badly. So as an adult, when I knew I needed help with my anxiety and couldn’t white-knuckle it anymore, I was terrified. Afraid of a bad reaction. Afraid of the stigma. Afraid it would change who I am.
It took time to trust it again. With my therapist’s recommendation, I found a psychiatrist who looked at my full history, including my childhood OCD, walked me through the myths, and started me on Zoloft at 25 mg, low and slow, so I’d feel safe.
It wasn’t instant. For months I didn’t notice much. Then came a week of family stress and a brutal workload, the kind that normally sends me into my cave unable to breathe. Instead, I realized I’d gone two months without those thoughts. I remember thinking, “Oh my God, this is actually it.”
It didn’t erase my anxiety. But now I can spot it and actually use the tools I learned in therapy instead of drowning in OCD urges. When I finally told my team, the response was basically “hell yeah, we’re so proud of you.”
If you think you might need help, talk to a care provider you trust. And if you’re scared, I’m a resource. Email me anytime. You’re not alone.
Thania: ADHD at 32
I come from a family where you drink a glass of water for a headache and don’t take medicine unless you really have to. Vitamins and supplements, sure. Actual medication, rarely. That’s what my parents modeled for me.
So at 32, when I got diagnosed with ADHD, taking medication for it wasn’t an easy call. People close to me (including ex-partners and their moms! 😂) were genuinely worried I was taking “meth.” They’d heard all the stories about ADD zombie kids and addiction, and expressed concern I could become that.
Same thing happened when I got contacts as a kid. That was a big deal in my family too, but I needed them to see.
Being born with bad eyesight doesn’t mean I should spend my life squinting when there’s a fix sitting right there. Same thing with meds!
So I worked with my psychiatrist, trialed a week of each option to feel out which fit my brain chemistry, and landed on Ritalin at a very low dose. It was life-changing, and it still is. There’s no shame in taking medication that helps you function as a better human being.
And those same people who were so worried? They see the difference now, in my moods, my productivity, my whole sense of well-being. They agree now: I function better when I take my meds, and I’m not going back.
Kristel: Anxiety + PTSD
I’ve always been good at holding it together. Through loss, pain, and trauma, I could always regulate my emotions and keep going. Keep smiling, keep working, keep showing up.
Then I lost both of my parents to cancer while raising two toddlers.
I’d always feared the big C, and after losing them, the fear grew into something crippling. What if this symptom is something? What if I don’t get to see my kids grow up? What if my kid’s headache is serious? For two years I was constantly checking my body, constantly bracing for the worst.
When I finally talked to my doctor, she diagnosed anxiety and OCD tied to PTSD from losing my parents, and suggested a low-dose medication. I didn’t say yes right away. I researched it and asked every question I could think of, scared I’d become dependent. She walked me through all of it, and I started three months ago.
At first I didn’t notice much. Now the noise has calmed down, and the constant fear doesn’t run my day anymore. I can be present with my family instead of stuck running every worst-case scenario. I spent so long being the strong one who handled everything on her own. Asking for help didn’t make me weak. It gave me my life back.
From all three of us
You don’t owe anyone your medical history, and you don’t have to keep suffering to prove how strong you are. If you think you might need help, talk to a care provider you trust. Everyone’s chemistry is different, the right fit can take a few tries, and none of it has to be forever. But you deserve to feel like yourself again.
So from all of us, with love: take the damn meds 🩷. No shame!