Me: I just feel so gross and anxious, there’s something definitely wrong and I don’t know what.

My pillbox:

I was resistant to trying medication for a long time for a variety of reasons. "What if I get dependent and can't function without it? What if there are bad side effects? What if it costs a lot of money?" But mainly because it felt like giving up, like I wasn't trying hard enough on the other things that were supposed to be working. What finally made the difference for me was people in my life generously opening up to me and sharing their own experiences with medication for anxiety. They helped me realize that I didn't have to be so afraid of something that could really help me. I'm so glad they did. I haven't felt this good in a long time. And all the things I was trying before work more effectively now.

can i please get some positive stories about going on anxiety meds please everything is so scary and negative

Me, an idiot, falling into the classic Psychiatric Medication Trap™: Hmm, I know I'm taking buspirone for anxiety, and I totally noticed a difference, but is it actually a difference? Is it actually making my life any better or are all positive things an illusion?

Me, an idiot, after running out of buspirone several days ago due to some doctor/pharmacy shenanigans: Why has my eye tic, which has historically only been associated with stress and anxiety, suddenly started up again for seemingly no reason?

holy shit meds work who would've thought-

Failed Relationships - BuSpar

Lonely, anxious, and depressed, I went to the doctor and they gave me a test. Based on my genes, they could tell me which relationships would affect me, complete me.

Bone white smile and soft eyes, you were one of the first I met. You had a face that blended into the crowd, a familiarity that was so in the marrow that loving you felt like loving everyone. Quiet shoes and a sterile touch, you never overstayed your welcome. I assume, sometimes I lost track of you.

Because you were the way things were supposed to be, I came to you three times a day at least. I cannot say what you do when I am not paying attention. I can’t remember what things were like before I met you. Who knows, then, what you did to me? Who could know?

My friend said he had a relationship with you, and it changed his life forever. Like you were some kind of savior. I wonder if this is what saved looks like.

I cannot believe I'm actually anxiety free this is crazy like I don't remember feeling this way ever I am literally okay and the most I get is mild nervousness in the moment like wow this is what normal people feel like?

When you're lying in bed getting ready to fall asleep and suddenly it's 3am and you're like hm. Hmm. Whyyy am I not winding down like I usually do when I take my—

.....I DIDN'T TAKE MY MEDS!!!

what if i induce panic by not taking my medication, will i get things done then

i've lowered the dose of an anxiety med i'm taking recently and i've been feeling a little more energetic. i even got some drawing done in the past days :>

The thing that no one tells you about starting anxiety meds when you have ADHD is that sure, not being anxious is great and all, but now you're like 1000X MORE ADHD THAN YOU WERE BEFORE AND EVERYTHING IS CHAOS.

Impulse control: Who is she?

Waiting my turn to speak: Never met her.

Time management: Complete stranger.

I got the triple A battery meds:

Anxiety, Anger, and ADHD

So, listen, I know nobody cares – but I went through a lot of things in the hospital when I was very small. As a result I often have a lot of fear and anxiety around hospitals, doctors, and medication.

I have never been able to take pills without extreme anxiety and panicking – hyperventilation, sobbing, trembling, begging not to take it. Insisting I would rather take the consequences than the pill.

Anything but the pill.

P l e a s e anything but a pill.

But a couple of days ago I was prescribed anxiety medication. It didn't come in any other form.

I have been taking it for three days, and I only gagged and cried horrendously the first time. For the first time in years I took a pill in less than thirty minutes. The following days have been easier.

I don't know if I'm healing or it's just been long enough. I still tremble like a leaf, but for the first time ever it's almost easy. Today I believe I took me maybe five minutes.

I am so proud and happy with myself. I might actually be able to take pain medication now, or something crazy like that!

So happy and proud.

Anyone else just refuse to recognise that they're anxious? Like ill be on the verge of vomiting in a shop because theres too many sounds and the lights feel disgusting and ill still act like everythings fine and say im just being stupid and play it down when actually when i think about it thats not really normal and like im reading all this terf wars shit and im starting to shake and im on the verge of tears but like im fine? Im not anxious but i really fucking am but like im not yk? Like i have the physical symptoms but inside its just normal because im in a constant state of anxiety and I really want to get on anxiety meds but idk i feel like I don't need them bc i can deal with it i just have a massive breakdown when i can't hold it anymore and that's just how its always been so its fine but like ik its not

Also if you have any advice on how to ask about getting on anxiety meds please lmk because i have no clue how to start, i was diagnosed with anxiety on sight apparently (can they even do that? I feel like thats unprofessional) and then they didn't tell us and i don't remember how i found out but ive never gotten any support for ir other than shitty school councilling sessions that did fuck all

I finally actually brought up my long-term anxiety to my Primary Care Doctor today (turns out that being anxious over 'not being anxious enough to warrant treatment' is a viscous, viscous cycle), and they prescribed me a starting dose of a daily anxiety medication and an 'emergency' as-needed medication. I'm still waiting for the Chemist to finish them, but it was.... so, so easy. Like, God Damn. I could've just asked for medication years ago. I could have asked for a referral from the therapist. I could have said anything.

No idea yet if it's actually going to help (since I don't even have the meds yet, and if I did, they still take several weeks to actually take effect), but if they do, then I'm going to be bloody angry at myself for not getting this garbage sorted out forever ago.