Until last year, I battled the necessity of adhering to my mental health medications. Several years before then, I did not see how crucial it was to follow my medication regimen. I did not realize the importance of doing what everyone was telling me. Eventually, I understood it was for my advantage and not just for that of others. This also made life pleasant for them.

I knew when I got back on track. I learned that it took being patient with myself. I needed to give things a chance to work out. I also had to see the value of the medications as I did in the past. Things were not as bad as they were before I moved out on my own. Seeing the effects of not adhering to my medication made it difficult to comprehend the importance of consistency. Developing a routine was essential. Realizing the necessity of sleep contributed significantly to things getting back to normal.

It would need patience and doing what was right every day. Consistency in my medication regimen was important. This consistency allowed the medication to be noticeable in my system. Over time, it would accumulate. It had to compensate for all the years lost from not taking my medication as prescribed.

The beginning was the hardest part of getting back on track. The side effects and the headaches were brutal. It was hard to stand sometimes. I often had the intent to not take the medication. Still, I kept reminding myself of how important it was to take the medication. Consistency was needed to see that things would work out. I needed to acknowledge that something was wrong.

The side effects were brutal. They were hard to endure but were necessary. This was part of doing what was right for me to get back on track. I knew it would take consistency. Doing what I had to do for myself was necessary. Eventually, I would feel more benefits rather than hard feelings. I had to let go. I needed to stop letting the medication’s side effects and lack of sleep trap me. I didn’t want these issues to disrupt my consistency any longer.

I realized that others knew I was not at my best. They saw me going down a path that made them concerned and fearful. I had to understand there were many reasons to recognize the benefits of doing what was right. Instead of pursuing a flawed and destructive belief, I needed to see this. Things would not improve if I didn’t give opportunities a chance. I needed to see that life can be like it was before I moved out on my own.

It would take having patience, grace, and kindness. Understanding and willingness are also needed to do what it takes, no matter how hard it was. I had to realize that I needed to give things time to work out. I also had to do what was necessary for the desired outcome. My life can only get better from here.