I don't need you anymore.
So, I saw my good buddy the psychiatrist last week, and I'm cutting my meds in half again. In March, I'm gonna start tapering off completely, which is way exciting to me. It amazes me. I used to get so weary thinking to myself, "Dag, I'm gonna be on meds and in therapy for the rest of my life." I wish I knew how I got better, so I could tell other people how to start feeling better. I know that it didn't happen very quickly. In my journal, I used to list good things about myself, even if I didn't think they were true at the time. Therapy was good for me, for awhile. I haven't been suicidal for almost two years. Obviously, something worked. A combination of things, I guess; forcing myself to believe that I'm an okay person, going to therapy every week, having really supportive friends and family, writing, and of course, God, who gave us all these things. Except for that one hellish week during my junior year, I haven't been off medication since I was fourteen. I'm about to become fully responsible for my mental health, and everything else. It's an exciting feeling.