24/02/2026
I’ve been quietly struggling with for months now. I’m finding it harder and harder to take my medication, and it’s starting to affect my mental health more than I want to admit.
Just thinking about taking my meds makes me feel sick. Not just a little uneasy — properly sick, like a wave comes over me and I start to dread it before I’ve even picked them up. It feels irrational because I know they’re there to help me, but my body reacts like it’s something to be afraid of.
When I do take them, I’m often physically sick afterwards, and that just makes everything worse. It sticks in my mind, so the next time comes around and I already feel anxious before I even try. Sometimes I sit there looking at them for ages, knowing I need to take them but feeling completely stuck. Other times I avoid it altogether because it just feels too much to face.
But the truth is I need them. I really do. Without my medication I’m not stable, and I can feel myself slipping when I don’t take it properly. My moods become harder to manage, my thoughts feel more restless, and everything feels more overwhelming. It scares me because I know where that road can lead.
It’s hard to explain how something so small — just taking tablets — can feel like such a big battle. People might think it’s simple, that you just take them and get on with your day, but it doesn’t feel simple to me. It feels like a fight between knowing what I need to do and feeling unable to do it.
I get frustrated with myself because I know better. I know how important my medication is. I know it helps keep me grounded. But knowing that doesn’t always make it easier.
Sometimes I feel scared of what will happen if I can’t get on top of this. I can feel the instability creeping in, and that worries me more than I can put into words.
I’m not sharing this for sympathy — I’m sharing it because this is the reality of living with mental illness sometimes. Even the things that help you can become part of the struggle.
But I’m still trying. Even on the days when it feels overwhelming, I haven’t stopped trying. Maybe that’s what strength looks like right now — not having it all together, but still making the effort anyway. I’m hoping that with time, patience, and support, this part will get easier. Until then, I’ll keep taking it one step at a time, however small those steps might be.