My personal experience with alternative has been more than
satisfying on a physical, mental and spiritual level. You are not only curing
the chronic or minor illness but have the satisfaction of knowing you are
treating the symptoms in a healthy nontoxic manner, where the need to rely on
medications could possibly be non-existent. Although I am not going to say my
experience was the correct way of going about this adventure it was more than a
positive experience that I could have taken in the situation I had brought upon
myself.
Nearly three years ago I had been filing for a divorce at the age of 21; my son had just turned a year that summer, I was working the numbing job as a cashier in Wal-Mart and was completely lost of where to go or what to do with my life. Going from what I was thinking could be a happy fairy tale to a twisted version of reality, where I felt like everything was a black hole and it was sucking the life out of me. I dove into a deep depression and had my family worried to the point where I was not only being asked to see a doctor I was being told I had no choice but to see one. At the current time I was living with my grandparents in a small town south of Columbus, Ohio and my grandmother was easily able to have me seen by her current doctor’s nurse practitioner. It was nerve wrecking to even know the appointment had to be scheduled because I had no control over myself, but what choice did I have?
The nurse was pleasant and asked me several questions about my health and my current situation. By the time my appointment was over I was prescribed Zoloft and I kept high hopes that the medication would be able to swing my current mental state back on track. A month and half of taking the medication I had taken on the "Zombie Effect" where I did feel the depression subsiding but I also found I had no interest in feeling anything at all. I did not feel happy nor did feel sad, it was an empty space filled with invisible barriers that I had no drive in fixing until I realized one day how much I had missed the old me. Not the one who felt agonized by the thought of court but the one who found happiness even in the simplest things in life.
Being the determined, hard headed, individual I was I decided I was going to take myself completely off of the medication and try to find some other way to rid of this battle between myself and I. I did not take into account how much chemical change my body went through in order to regulate itself with the medication and by the third day of no medication I was going through extreme withdrawals, I had never felt so ill.
Nearly three years ago I had been filing for a divorce at the age of 21; my son had just turned a year that summer, I was working the numbing job as a cashier in Wal-Mart and was completely lost of where to go or what to do with my life. Going from what I was thinking could be a happy fairy tale to a twisted version of reality, where I felt like everything was a black hole and it was sucking the life out of me. I dove into a deep depression and had my family worried to the point where I was not only being asked to see a doctor I was being told I had no choice but to see one. At the current time I was living with my grandparents in a small town south of Columbus, Ohio and my grandmother was easily able to have me seen by her current doctor’s nurse practitioner. It was nerve wrecking to even know the appointment had to be scheduled because I had no control over myself, but what choice did I have?
The nurse was pleasant and asked me several questions about my health and my current situation. By the time my appointment was over I was prescribed Zoloft and I kept high hopes that the medication would be able to swing my current mental state back on track. A month and half of taking the medication I had taken on the "Zombie Effect" where I did feel the depression subsiding but I also found I had no interest in feeling anything at all. I did not feel happy nor did feel sad, it was an empty space filled with invisible barriers that I had no drive in fixing until I realized one day how much I had missed the old me. Not the one who felt agonized by the thought of court but the one who found happiness even in the simplest things in life.
Being the determined, hard headed, individual I was I decided I was going to take myself completely off of the medication and try to find some other way to rid of this battle between myself and I. I did not take into account how much chemical change my body went through in order to regulate itself with the medication and by the third day of no medication I was going through extreme withdrawals, I had never felt so ill.
0_o I need to finish this!
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