When I first started Prozac, I thought it might fix everything. And for a little while, it kind of did. There was this weird little power it gave me — like I could do anything. Like maybe I was finally catching up to the version of me I was supposed to be. But eventually, the power started to wear off, and I felt like the norm again. Then I went off my meds completely… and that’s when everything started to unravel. My life felt like it was slipping through my fingers. Was it a relief, being on Prozac? I don’t know. I felt like myself, but I didn’t feel like myself. A quiet kind of chaos floated through my mind. Juniper Green © 2025 | Not a therapist, just tired And if you don’t eat, the medication doesn’t metabolize. So having an eating disorder on top of everything else? Yeah. That didn’t help either. Now that I’m on different meds, things feel… hopeful. With my husband. With starting a family. With myself. Sundays feel like an Etta James song playing on the record player — warm, slow, a little golden. Emotionally and physically, this feeling is… euphoric. It’s not perfect, and I haven’t won the war. But I’ve won my fair share of battles. And right now, that feels like enough