I have no problem with medication and pills. I don’t talk about them on here because I haven’t taken them and I have no experience with them (besides pain medication like Motrin). I mean my mom was on antidepressants for some time. She tells me about it, but I have no personal experience with them.
I’ve talked about my story on here. I had a breakdown about four years ago after years of codependency, pleasing everyone else, and turning to everyone else for love. My ex left and I hit rock bottom. I had suicidal thoughts. I felt like a zombie (or what I imagine a zombie would feel like). My body was here, but I felt dead inside. That’s honestly the point I turned to God and meditation.
But before I turned to God and meditation, I went to a psychiatrist. The problem at that point wasn’t asking for help. The problem was affording help. I couldn’t afford the sessions and the medication with a job paying $9.50/hr. I couldn’t afford it.
So one day I got this sign to meditate. I went online and learned how to meditate. I started off with staring at candles, then I went to guided meditations, and then to focusing on my breathing. That was it.
I have nothing against medication. I just couldn’t afford it. And so I don’t have experience with it.
-Sonja Jackson, OpenHeartTin