I was 33 when I finally asked about a prescription; and I felt kinda dumb that I had been "just dealing with it" my whole life, when suddenly breathing had become much easier with ant-anxiety meds.

I guess I was worried about becoming addicted or would lose coping skills and become dependent on it in order to function. But nope. I was wasting so much mental energy before, just trying to wake up and feeling like the sun was screaming at me. I can taper down my dose when my anxiety is more controlled, sometimes I forget that I didn't take it. Sometimes I wake up and pretty much immediately take it.

It helped me to begin understanding my anxiety on a much different level than simply, "I'm just having a bad day". It was a game changer

[–] electric_nan@lemmy.ml 2 points 7 months ago

I hear ya. I kind of just have always had a distrust of pharma generally and psych drugs specifically. What made me go for it ultimately was conversations with family members who had the same symptoms telling me how much it helped them. I was like damn, this shit is genetic, and maybe I don't just deserve it for not exercising or some shit.