Over the years of battling medication adherence, it took until this year to understand my exhaustion with the ongoing battle. The signs were naturally appearing right in front of my eyes. Others were subtly seeing them as well. I had to learn to take a decisive step. It was crucial to get back on track for the silent issues. I was fighting for them to be over for good.

I was beginning to learn to be more open and honest with those that loved and supported me. Yet, I knew that I couldn’t get the help I needed unless I did what was right. The issues I was facing weren’t as challenging as they were perplexing. I had trouble believing this for many years. I began to realize that everyone knew when I was not taking my medication. I was not only hurting myself but also everyone around me when I was not.

The questions of ‘did you take your medicine’ became irritating even after I got back on track. Nonetheless, those questions, along with a newspaper article, allowed me to realize something important. The article was about someone who got into the justice system because of a mental health episode. Their case was resolved because they were on a medication regimen. This showed me how important it was to take my medication exactly as prescribed.

I was just tired of fighting a battle that others noticed. I was not feeling my best from neglecting what I needed to do. I was camouflaging the symptoms I had from messing around with my psychotropic medications. I had to learn once and for all to put the effort into taking my medication. I needed to be consistent, no matter how much I didn’t want to. It was important not only to me but to everyone else around me. They too wanted me to be my best, and I knew deep down I wanted it too.

I had to let go of the old unhealthy behaviors I was experiencing. I needed to learn they were not as fruitful as I thought they would be. I was only hurting myself and everyone else around me. They didn’t explicitly describe it to be this way. Deep down, they knew it was hurting me, not helping me. I had to understand this along the way. The life I believed I wanted was a fantasy. I had to grasp reality instead. It was crucial to do what was right once and for all. Otherwise, things would be no more. I was reaching a point. Others were really noticing how I was neglecting myself. I had to put my foot down. I needed to do what was correct once and for all.

Sometimes, it takes a divine intervention. I need to realize what is best for me. I must also consider those who love, support, and care for me. Not doing so just makes everything horrific and harder for me. I didn’t want to believe it in the past. Yet, seeing the dangers in someone else made me realize how much I was risking myself. I have been risking myself over the past several years. I needed to pull myself together once and for all.