Two words: Take them!
Yes, there will be people in the hospital that will put lots of effort into not taking their meds. There will be people that lie about it, that hide them, that even try to take five out of six of their meds, all in the hopes that somehow they are accomplishing something by rebelling. Not true! Nothing is accomplished! If you try something like this, all that you are doing is slowing your progress. All that you are doing is making sure you leave later rather than sooner. One of the key things that the doctors look for is a patient that is willing to take his/her meds.
I experienced quite an adventure with my first set of meds. I slept so much that you'd think I was being paid to do it. But I didn't have any choice, because the meds took that much out of me. This situation wasn't just a week-long event, this was a four year marathon. From the age of sixteen to twenty, I spent very little time progressing with life and instead did my best not to go crazy. While in high school I had been a stellar overachiever. After I got sick I was reduced to going through college at a snail's pace, and I spent most of my time having fun. Why? I had to. If I didn't I was risking a relapse, and that would have been worse than anything. So I stuck with the meds, and eventually an amazing thing happened.
My original psychiatrist retired, and his replacement had a different opinion about what I should be taking. He put me on a new combination of meds and I could tell the difference almost immediately. During my previous four years I had put on over a hundred pounds. Within a year of having the new meds I lost that weight. My energy skyrocketed, and I was pretty close to being the old me. My college performance improved, I landed some great jobs, and life was pretty kosher. But you need to read between the lines — for four years I put up with hell. It was necessary. It had to be done. This may be necessary for you, too. If this is the case I suggest you do your best to enjoy it, because when you come out on the other side, life really does improve.
Take your meds, listen to your doctor, do what needs to be done. You'll get through it! This is a temporary situation and life really can come full circle!
Yes, there will be people in the hospital that will put lots of effort into not taking their meds. There will be people that lie about it, that hide them, that even try to take five out of six of their meds, all in the hopes that somehow they are accomplishing something by rebelling. Not true! Nothing is accomplished! If you try something like this, all that you are doing is slowing your progress. All that you are doing is making sure you leave later rather than sooner. One of the key things that the doctors look for is a patient that is willing to take his/her meds.
I experienced quite an adventure with my first set of meds. I slept so much that you'd think I was being paid to do it. But I didn't have any choice, because the meds took that much out of me. This situation wasn't just a week-long event, this was a four year marathon. From the age of sixteen to twenty, I spent very little time progressing with life and instead did my best not to go crazy. While in high school I had been a stellar overachiever. After I got sick I was reduced to going through college at a snail's pace, and I spent most of my time having fun. Why? I had to. If I didn't I was risking a relapse, and that would have been worse than anything. So I stuck with the meds, and eventually an amazing thing happened.
My original psychiatrist retired, and his replacement had a different opinion about what I should be taking. He put me on a new combination of meds and I could tell the difference almost immediately. During my previous four years I had put on over a hundred pounds. Within a year of having the new meds I lost that weight. My energy skyrocketed, and I was pretty close to being the old me. My college performance improved, I landed some great jobs, and life was pretty kosher. But you need to read between the lines — for four years I put up with hell. It was necessary. It had to be done. This may be necessary for you, too. If this is the case I suggest you do your best to enjoy it, because when you come out on the other side, life really does improve.
Take your meds, listen to your doctor, do what needs to be done. You'll get through it! This is a temporary situation and life really can come full circle!