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      <title>Getting off C8H16O2 (popularly known as Depakote)</title>
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      <description>&lt;![CDATA[bipolardiaries&#xA;&#xA;I have decided to stop my medication...without professional advice.&#xA;&#xA;Divalproex sodium was prescribed to me as medication for bipolar, a condition that doesn&#39;t have a cure anyway. It was supposed to act as a mood stabilizer according to a psychiatrist. I&#39;d been taking it for 6 months now, as prescribed, but I had come to a point where it felt like inorganic medication wasn&#39;t something I wanted to do anymore.&#xA;&#xA;  The daily alarm for 10:30 in the morning is an exhausting reminder: You need to take some inorganic substance because you don&#39;t count as normal and mentally stable.&#xA;&#xA;I understand that discontinuing the medication can worsen my symptoms or cause a relapse. As of now, I feel completely fine and that everything&#39;s going great. This is probably because the medicine is &#34;working&#34;. Like, I owe Big Pharma the reason why I have my shit together.&#xA;&#xA;The exact opposite may happen sometime in the future, all because I refuse to take medicine. It doesn&#39;t feel like a big decision right now, unlike when I came to the doctor for treatment because I have lost control of my emotions and feelings, as I have been banging my head on a wall and cutting my wrist.&#xA;&#xA;When I recall that day, it&#39;s like remembering a person who is not me anymore.&#xA;&#xA;I was first diagnosed three years ago. I medicated for a short while, like less than 2 months, then tried to manage it on my own. I&#39;m doing the same thing right now. I just hope I don&#39;t end up in the same position as before. I hope I don&#39;t get suicidal thoughts in the future anymore.&#xA;&#xA;I think I&#39;m gonna do well taking care of myself: I just have to eat, sleep, and de-stress like a normal person, understand my triggers, stay in a &#34;safe zone&#34; in life, and continue exercising and all that good stuff.&#xA;&#xA;And maybe not splurge all my savings again on an impulsive surf trip to Calicoan. And maybe not meet anyone from Tinder again. Maybe. I just have to live inside this bubble, continue writing, stay away from toxic people.&#xA;&#xA;I just have to make sure that my feet are planted firmly on a tightrope, hanging 5000 feet.&#xA;&#xA;bleak &#xA;&#xA;]]&gt;</description>
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<p>I have decided to stop my medication...without professional advice.</p>

<p>Divalproex sodium was prescribed to me as medication for bipolar, a condition that doesn&#39;t have a cure anyway. It was supposed to act as a mood stabilizer according to a psychiatrist. I&#39;d been taking it for 6 months now, as prescribed, but I had come to a point where it felt like inorganic medication wasn&#39;t something I wanted to do anymore.</p>

<blockquote><p>The daily alarm for 10:30 in the morning is an exhausting reminder: <em>You need to take some inorganic substance because you don&#39;t count as normal and mentally stable.</em></p></blockquote>

<p>I understand that discontinuing the medication can worsen my symptoms or cause a relapse. As of now, I feel completely fine and that everything&#39;s going great. This is probably because the medicine is “working”. Like, I owe Big Pharma the reason why I have my shit together.</p>

<p>The exact opposite may happen sometime in the future, all because I refuse to take medicine. It doesn&#39;t feel like a big decision right now, unlike when I came to the doctor for treatment because I have lost control of my emotions and feelings, as I have been banging my head on a wall and cutting my wrist.</p>

<p>When I recall that day, it&#39;s like remembering a person who is not me anymore.</p>

<p>I was first diagnosed three years ago. I medicated for a short while, like less than 2 months, then tried to manage it on my own. I&#39;m doing the same thing right now. I just hope I don&#39;t end up in the same position as before. I hope I don&#39;t get suicidal thoughts in the future anymore.</p>

<p>I think I&#39;m gonna do well taking care of myself: I just have to eat, sleep, and de-stress like a normal person, understand my triggers, stay in a “safe zone” in life, and continue exercising and all that good stuff.</p>

<p>And maybe not splurge all my savings again on an impulsive surf trip to Calicoan. And maybe not meet anyone from Tinder again. Maybe. I just have to live inside this bubble, continue writing, stay away from toxic people.</p>

<p>I just have to make sure that my feet are planted firmly on a tightrope, hanging 5000 feet.</p>

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      <pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2018 21:32:15 +0000</pubDate>
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