Almost two years ago I went to my doctor to talk to her about my anxiety and depression. I had stuggled with anxiety my whole life, but it wasnt untill it completely swallowed me and I spiraled into a bi-polar depression that I finally sought help [with a strong push]. For me medication was the answer and I struggled to accept it. Someone who I thought was my friend found it, and told me I was "weak" and that I would probably commit suicide if I took it. I then accepted therapy, and took a new look at it all.
Today I can finally say I love my medication. I lovingly call them my happy pills. I take them everyday and my life is truely healthier and better for it.
Please don't suffer in silence like I did. Don't be ashamed like I was. Talk to someone. Talk to me. Accept help.