This World Mental Health Day 2019, Stylist’s junior digital writer Lauren Geall explains how talking to her friends about taking antidepressants became an important part of her recovery.
My morning routine is probably much like your average 20-something living in London. I get up, jump in the shower and slather on a few coats of mascara before catching the train for my hour-long commute. The one difference? I take a 150mg daily dose of sertraline – an antidepressant I use to keep my Pure OCD and anxiety under control.
I am one of the 7.3 million people who were prescribed antidepressants in 2017-18 (I was first prescribed sertraline in April 2017), and have been taking the drug ever since. Sertraline, a form of antidepressant called a Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitor (SSRI), works by blocking the “reuptake” of the often-termed “happy chemical” serotonin, meaning more of it builds up in my brain.
I remember the first time I took an antidepressant quite clearly. I went to the GP for what I told them was “just a bit of anxiety” – when in reality I was suffering from disturbing intrusive thoughts that I not only didn’t understand, but was too ashamed to talk about. I had previously self-referred myself to my local mental health service and received online “chat” therapy, where you speak to a therapist via an instant messaging service, but that hadn’t helped. I was then prescribed 50mg of sertraline.
Those first couple of days – and then weeks – were extremely hard, both physically and mentally. Not only did I have to deal with what my body was going through as it got used to the antidepressants – nausea, sweating and a constant alternation between uber-alertness and extreme sleepiness – but I was also battling my own mind.
It’s a well-known fact that antidepressants make you feel more anxious for the first couple of weeks you take them, but it wasn’t always my mental health that got in the way. Surprisingly, despite advocating for people to be open about their mental health and being quite happy for my friends to talk me through their problems, I also felt quite a lot of shame at even having to take the pills in the first place.
“I felt at the mercy of these tiny tablets, and, perhaps most significantly, I felt utterly out of control
I just felt completely defeated. Not only because my OCD was continuing to worsen as my intrusive thoughts increased to a point where I struggled to think straight – I went through a stage where my Mum and sister took it in turns to stay with me at university just so I could get through my end of year exams. But it was also because I felt a completely unexpected shame at the prospect of relying on medication to tackle my symptoms.
I was fine with telling other people to accept help and take care of their mental health, but found it completely unacceptable that I had ended up using medication. I felt at the mercy of these tiny tablets, and, perhaps most significantly, I felt utterly out of control.
Having taken the sertraline for a couple of months, I ended up returning to my GP and telling them it wasn’t working, but I didn’t get any more answers. It was only because I was luckily in a privileged enough position to receive care privately through my dad’s health insurance policy, where I eventually got diagnosed with severe high-functioning Pure OCD (try cracking that one out down the pub), that I was prescribed a daily dose of 150mg of sertraline (which was increased gradually over a period of two weeks).
“I realised antidepressants are a bloody fantastic tool, and certainly nothing to be ashamed of”
I was extremely lucky to find an antidepressant that worked for my body once I had found the correct dose – for many people on antidepressants, they have to go through a number of different options to find one that works for them. And as the sertraline started to work after the first couple of months at the higher dose, it started to help me to feel stronger mentally, and gave me the resilience to work through therapy and learn coping mechanisms to deal with my intrusive thoughts. I realised antidepressants are a bloody fantastic tool, and certainly nothing to be ashamed of.
And that is why now, at any suitable opportunity, I tell my friends I’m on antidepressants. I talk about my dosage, I tell them about my experience, and I try to be as honest as possible. Not only does talking about my experience help them to understand where I’m coming from when I complain about the occasional side effect or dip into my bag to take the tablets I forgot that morning, but it empowers me to be so honest about such an important part of my life.
“It should be as easy to talk about antidepressants as it is to talk about other life-saving medications… because that’s what they really are”
On top of that, talking about antidepressants normalises the process of taking them and takes away that taboo which stops people from looking for help or feeling ashamed for doing so. It really should be as easy to talk about antidepressants as it is to talk about other life-saving medications such as insulin or blood pressure tablets, because that’s what they really are: life-saving.
Antidepressants may not be for everyone, and they’re definitely not the answer for the mental health crisis this country is currently facing. Medication took me some of the way on my journey to recovery, but access to therapy, support and information on the internet also helped me to come to terms with the mental health condition I may always live with. Access to free (or at least affordable), therapy needs to be the goal if we want to seriously address the problems people are currently facing.
Right now, however, I’m going to focus on my antidepressants. I’m going to champion them, talk about their strengths and weaknesses, get involved with debates about them and stand up for their role in recovery. They changed my life – and finally, I’m proud of that.
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