It has been evidence that it takes about two weeks for mental health medication to get into one’s system. Sticking through the hard parts of those two weeks can be difficult. There has been many times when I have wanted to give into the old ways. But in 2025, I had to make the decision to start taking my medicine consistently. Not taking it was pointless and destructive. I realized this even if I did not see it at the time.

I knew I had to stick with it. Many things were volatile in my life at the time. I was needed to be my best. Even if I didn’t believe it, the medication helped in the end. I just had to give it a chance to get into my system to work for once. I had tried this multiple times before, but it never stuck for one reason or another. I had to personally put my foot down because many things were on the line.

In the past, I experienced mental health disorders like bipolar disorder. The depth of my autism helped with what I was experiencing. This was due to the medication assisting me, even if I was not capable of seeing it. I had to get through the hard part of getting back on track. This meant fighting the drowsiness. It also meant sleeping a little extra. In the past, it was hard to admit the need to do this. I was overwhelmed and scattered. I didn’t realize I needed to take care of myself in the process.

Now I know how important my medicine is as a tool in my mental health recovery. It is not something that was hurting me. I knew that it took getting through those first few weeks of some sleep and occasional struggles before understanding. Eventually, I realized medication would be better for me in the long run. Some things seemed unfair because of the mental disease I had. I had to go to bed at a certain hour among other things. But, in the end, I knew that things would get better.

While medicine is not be the answer for everyone, it was the literal answer for me. I knew I needed it to be well no matter what. It was hard to admit it. Everyone around me knew that something was wrong with me when I was not taking my medicine. Then, specific events occurred that jeopardized matters. These events showed me how important my medicine was for my mental health recovery. It can seem unfair, but in the end, it was the best thing for me. It was worth fighting through the hard stuff to get back on track.