Entry 5 (conclusion) – Day: too many days to count – October 9, 2025
On Saturday August 30th, 2025, I took my last anti-depressant pill. It was a very bittersweet moment. I was really happy to not have to feel like I was dependent on medication to help me get through the day, yet slightly sad because it was comforting at times to think I had that little “help”. I put “help” in quotations because after all this time, I’m still not sure whether the pills really did anything or if it was a placebo effect – at least for the last leg of it. I do think it helped stabilize my emotions in the beginning. I was debating quite a bit whether or not to write this but felt that if I didn’t then I would be deceiving not only myself, but everyone else who had taken the time to read my previous blogs. So much had happened since then, it’s only right to conclude things properly. The night after my 3rd entry on January 19th, 2022, things started to gown downhill again. Yes, one day after going to see the doctor who told me “not t...