Update/anti-medication stance

Okay so i have to say,in todays post,im taking a stand against doctors.Most specifically,shrinks.They are pretty much all the same.They have you come into their office,they stare you down,make assumptions on the things you say,scrutinize every little detail of your every day life,do all these little things that always come to the same conclusion;YOU NEED MEDICATION! I mean its their fall back option.But really,why is it always the answer? Why do doctors feel that problems can only be solved by medication and therapy.Well im taking a stand,i have found a way that works for me.My own therapy,my own medication.And before you go making assumptions,i swear its not weed,im not going out and getting high,thats not me!Seriously though,my medication is more so obtained by facebook statuses!!!!
Okay that makes no sense,what i mean is,remember back on my last post or maybe the post before where i said i was going to start finding 1 reason a day as to why life is good???? Well ive got to tell you,today is day 22,and i must admit,i havent felt sad.Ive been super happy and really carefree.Im me again.This self-therapy has even made it so that ive gone 4 days without even needing to post a reason because ive been that happy.(but one the fourth day,i did go back and make up for it by posting 4 reasons.I made a promise to myself,ive got to stick to it.)Am i saying this will/would work for everyone? No,because everyone works differently.What i am saying however,is that medication shouldnt be the first resort of doctors.They need to explore the other options available.I mean especially for kids and teens.Im living proof that medication isnt always a necessity.
Im one of those teens who plotted suicide,ive been close to it before.I was,to a certain extent,a cutter.I did it,but i never took those sessions to the point where it would leave scars because i didnt want to have to explain it to people.But my depression was getting so bad recently that tiny things would make me explode.One little thing would send me into multiple day even week long or more depressed binges where no one could really get through to me.It was really impossible.I didnt want people to help,i didnt think they could.I had to help me.I had to find a way to help me,no one else.So my internal battle came to its head,met its match,hit that wall i suppose,where i just told myself that something has to give.The moment was a few weeks ago when one of exs just kind of apologized for everything and said that hed always love me,that there would always be a place in his heart for me,and that was kind of the last thing i got to hear from him,because the next day,he shipped off to texas for basic.But even that got my low to spike and i couldnt handle it,but with the inadvertant help of my bestfriend telling me it wasnt worth and getting pretty mad at me for gettin upset over a boy,it kinda woke me up.From that moment i knew i had to change.I needed to change how i was acting,who i was.I needed to be happy again,and not just for a couple days.
But now i feel confident.Between my poetry that i dedicate myself to,my daily status of inspiration,and my bestfriend,im finally getting to the place where i need to be.Almost a full month of happiness and i hoping with constant dedication,im looking at many more to come!!!!!!!!!
SO to recap,NOT EVERY PATIENT OF DEPRESSION NEEDS PILLS TO BE HAPPY,just sayin.
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<3 Shilo <3

From destruction comes something beautiful

So ladies and gents,time to let you guys in on a little secret.Ive started doing this thing with my facebook account,for those who are familiar,where everyday,im going to post a reason why life is good.Today is day 9.And in those 9 days,i havent felt sad,ive been pretty upbeat.I havent really felt the need to be a self-harmer.Lifes turning around,so dont count me out just yet guys.
But even though im pushing past the the depressive side of me,i cant forget the self-harmer me.The me who would sit alone,tears flowing harder and harder,as whatever destructive object i had in hand scratched,sliced,and tore against the inner sanctum on my wrist...Now dont get me wrong,i was never in it for scars or for attempting death,i just needed a release.But thats a me that i can never completely escape and yet,i never really want to.I need that part of me.But its okay,that person doesnt define who i am.Doesnt change who i am.
Today,i stand before my peers as a new person,or i suppose,the free me.By free,i mean ive finally opened myself up to the person i need to be.The person who isnt afraid of the world or afraid of experiences.I am me.A proud Juggalette,a proud social pariah of sorts,a proud country-kid,a proud person.Before,i hid away,scared of what people would think if i walked out in my tripps and psychopathic t's,or showed off my new piercing,or getting tattoos and more piercings.I love this.
So from self-inflicted bloody wrists,in my eyes,the destruction,to the 115 lb beauty that stands before you in either the girly me,the skater me,the goth girl me,or whatever form your getting(the something beautiful),you can be sure that i will be honest,loyal,loving,caring,and most importantly....You can be sure that i will never be anything more than me!
-Miss Shilo,The groundskeeper