Posting this here because it has to do with a drug more than anything else. I hope that's okay, and if not feel free to move this wherever.

So I'm back on 150mg Wellbutrin, and it's helping. Doing exactly what it's supposed to do. It's taken the edge of my anxiety, and it's probably helping me focus a little.

So why do I feel guilty and ashamed admitting that to my parents?

I guess it's because I've driven them headlong through so much, not the least of which being panic attacks, me weeping and confused and upset, actually ASKING them for therapy... and now it's like, "Well, looks like all you needed was the Wellbutrin, you're doing fine now," like nothing I've been expressing to them was valid and could all have been circumvented had I been less selfish and just TAKEN the damn drug.

Anybody else ever felt this way?
Thanks much,
good thoughts to all,
~muse