u/AbbreviationsKey8348

so I’ve been on Prozac for about 6 months now, on and off since I sometimes just stopped taking it. It was always a mix of forgetting + not wanting to, and I’m experiencing something like that now.

only now it’s not just my Prozac. it’s my iron supplements, my vitamin d, my allergy pills, too. just the idea of swallowing a pill is making me incredibly anxious and I don’t know why. Im currently on 40 mgs of Prozac and I haven’t been taking it for about three days now.

Ive told my parents and the pediatrician that I want to stop taking Prozac. when asked why, I can’t ever put it into words. I just want it to stop, because I have these periods of not wanting to take the medication every month, and last time it was especially bad with a high fever. I wondered if the feelings were because of my cycles, but i haven’t found a correlation yet.

Has anyone else experienced this? how do you deal with it?

Set a timer. I typically do 5-15 minutes. I don't know what it is about setting a timer, but I write SO MUCH MORE. Just thought I'd share. Hope it helps someone

Shouldnt they be worried? Since I’m willingly turning away from their god, and according to Catholics, that basically means I’m walking to hell. Because ”Hell is a choice” and it’s “separation from god.”

So it feels like either A) They’re fine with me going to hell or B) They don’t believe what they say they believe. And if they don’t believe what they say they believe, why the hell are we going to church in the first place??

I don’t know. I’m just annoyed. Mass stresses me out and I don’t know why. I try to imagine scenarios with my characters, but it always goes back to church. Them attending church and being anxious like I am. Them looking around and knowing people wouldn’t accept them.

And I feel really sad. I used to love Catholicism. I used to go to extra masses just because. I was EXCITED to receive Jesus, and I thought it was so cool and awesome that he loved me. I loved the music. I loved the pastor. I loved the teachings. I’d pray and cry to the lord when I was upset or scared. When I was a kid walking in the dark, I’d tell myself “There are no monsters here and even if there were Jesus would protect me.”

And I’ve lost that. It fucking sucks and I don’t know how to feel. I wish I felt the way I used to but I’m also glad I don’t. I feel so naive looking back.

I want to find the joy in church that I used to have but now that I know it’s not real it doesn’t make me feel good. I’m stressed and irritable in there.

I know I’m not going to hell, because it doesn’t exist. But it still hurts in a way. If my parents were really Catholic, shouldn’t they be doing everything in their power to make me go back to church and enjoy it?