It's my first time writing and talking about my problems on internet.  


I have depression, and some degree of anxiety. I was very hesitant about go to a psychologist to dump my illness. When I heard I need to go to a psychiatric I returned to my old self.  
I waste like six months waiting and doubting about to go to the psychiatric or not, only to learn I was really wasting my time.  


When I herd of him that I needed medicine I was kinda worried about the side effects, even the night I took one of the two pills I need to take I was fearsome.  
Next day I started to feel better, like another person controlling my brain. 

At first i didn't recognizes myself on the mirror, I was happy because of that, I knew I was doing a little progress.

Two months later I'm very different: I'm like the person I always wanted to be, I sleep better, I am not so afraid to talk to anyone. I play a lot with my dogs and I'm exciting what I do on my daily life.  
Maybe, this is not like a lot of progress, but what I have experiencing is big. I mean, I'm doing thing I haven't before and I'm not feeling guilty anymore (maybe on wasting money). If I look back and see my own self before medication, I would punch him because he deserves it for wasting a lot of time.

Therapy and Medication is good and the best, but your family support (even the little) is better. Hearing your mom saying "you look different" changes your mentality a lot.