i remember when I was younger, I hated being on my medication. But now, after years of living with my mental illness unaided, I realize why.
the concept of taking medication was presented to me in a way where I was lead to believe “there is something wrong with you, this will help fix it’. And I hated that, I hated that people constantly told me there was something wrong with me.
But now that I’m older, I understand that yes, there is something wrong with me, but not in a bad way. My mind just acts differently than others, my perception of life is different than most, and that’s okay.
I have learned to live with my mental illnesses long enough to understand what’s wrong with me, and that medication is there to help me get a grasp on my illnesses, not cure me.