When I was in 7th grade I was diagnosed with ADHD, anxiety, and depression. Upon my diagnosis my mother had me prescribed meds. The amount I have tried is in the 30s but the main ones I stuck with were 80ml Prozac, 40ml Adderal, 1800 Lithobid, and 6mg Ativan. My junior year I was in a very bad place. I ran away from home and when I came back I was not welcome. Nor would they give me and of my stuff including my medication. I decided then I didn't need meds and I was never going to take them again. The first 2 months we hard. I had seizures from not slowly tapering off and I wasn't able to keep any food down. My muscles twitched constantly and I couldn't sleep but for the first time I had hope. Hope that I could be a happier more sane person who doesn't need to rely on everyone. Now it has been 6 months I have gained back the weight I lost I am sleeping better and I am so so happy. I realized after going off my meds that my mother was verbally abused, my father was physically abusive and that most of my problems stemmed from their treatment. Cps found out about them with hold my medication and got involved soon after. It was a wake up call for them and they let me home and go to therapy and treat me so much better There are definitely the days I crave the calm feeling from the Ativan and the focus from the adderal and not ever feeling anger from the lithobid/ssri but I will never trade joy and resonablity for pills again.