Unmedicated Clarity: How I Reclaimed My Voice After Psychiatry Silenced It

Unmedicated Clarity: How I Reclaimed My Voice After Psychiatry Silenced It

I remember the moment the psychiatrist handed me the script. It was not a dramatic moment. No shouting, no crying. Just a quiet, firm assertion that if I didn’t take the medication, I would not get better. Paroxetine, 20 mg. “You’re highly anxious,” she said. “This will help regulate the serotonin levels in your brain. You’ll think more clearly.” The irony? I was a counselor. A trauma-informed, art-based, deeply invested-in-people kind of counse…