Medication helped me function. I was living, but not thriving. I didn't laugh, cry, get upset or argue with anyone. It made the lives of the people around me easier. I did what I was told, kept my head down and was content to let everyone else have great lives. I was merely a supporting cast member. Invisible, even. I saw no problem, if everyone was happy, couldn't I just suck it up and take one for the team? I quit my meds after moving 2300 miles from my triggers (family) I had been doing okay until the end of July. I know I need help. I want help. I know I'm not alone.