moving away from meds

bearing the weight of self medication

I’m off my meds!

These are words that therapists often don’t want to hear. Not due to a bias against medication - though that does exist in some areas of the profession - but due to the fact that these words frequently come with sessions that don’t feel long enough to process the ensuing chaos.

In reality?

I’ve been inconsistent with my meds for my entire life.

I’ve been off my meds for well over a week meow. Since then, I’ve upped my walking from around five thousand steps per day to fifteen or twenty. I carry between 15 and 20lbs of weight in a backpack when I go for a walk.

The results?

Staggering.

I’m thriving. Leaning into daily endurance and getting my heart rate into zone 2 for at least two hours has been marvelous. I’m clear and thriving.

The issue? In order to regulate my emotions, I NEED AT LEAST these two hours. Laura reminded me of how I used to speak about surfing: I need this.

Just as a diabetic needs insulin in order to live, I need to move in order to live and thrive. Movem…