I’m having a really hard time with my weight. I’ve put on
even more weight since upping the dose of my antipsychotic. It’s really hard
knowing that I’m heavier because of medication. It’s hard dealing with that
little voice in the back of my head saying how I could just stop my medication
and lose some of the weight. I was much happier when I was on medication that
made me lose weight.
Well, until I was hospitalized. The weight loss thing was
great until that point.
The majority of psychiatric medication has a side effect of
weight gain. And since I have to be on medication there is no real way of
escaping this. I wish I could just accept my body for the way it is, but I can’t.
It’s like I’m programmed to want to be thin. I can’t get away from it. And I
get so angry that I’m not the way I want to be.
I’ve spent pretty much all my life hating my body. I hate
that I’m 26 years old and still so uncomfortable. At what age will I outgrow
this and accept myself? I don’t think that’s actually going to happen.
I feel heavy and disgusting. I can’t stand myself. I hate
this. I hate that I’m on this medication when it’s not even helping me.
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