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It was one of the more expensive antidepressants at the time.

I don't remember the name, but I decided not to get it.

I didn't even take the samples she gave me

When I told my therapist, she said I should just go back and ask for something else.

So I did.

I made another appointment, told the same nurse practitioner, and the experience was basically the same.

Quick, rushed, and disconnected.

But this time, the medication she prescribed me was cheap, so I tried it.

I took it for about half a year before quitting.

I wasn't feeling any different.

And I stopped seeing both therapists,

and the nurse practitioner.

I felt like I had opened up and done my part, but nothing improved.

My therapist didn't seem very empathetic, and the whole thing just felt like a dead end.

I even stopped antidepressants cold turkey, which I knew wasn't the right way, but at the moment, I honestly didn't care.

I walked away feeling like the whole process had been a sham.

So I went back to depending on myself and carrying the mental suffering alone.

Toward the end of my relationship with my kid's mom, things were getting really heavy.

My depression and anxiety weren't just affecting me, they were affecting her too.

Then in 2022, a good friend of mine said something that completely changed the way I looked at therapy.