The person I was before medication, is lost.
I am no longer “hanging out” like I once did.
And, when I look around at examples of people I know
who do not take meds,
I think that I am better off today.
Surely, there are those individuals who
won’t come around to my way of thinking
And, I understand that.
But, I can’t help my time-to-time thinking of the old me.
I miss that man.
Mentally Ill In America 
Damn, just damn. I feel this too much.
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A beautiful poem, and very heartfelt. It’s possible to miss who you were, but accept that you need to do what you need to do in order to be better off in other areas.
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Yes, absolutely. And, I only get glimpses of how I was. Nothing major. The meds do a good job at keeping most of those thoughts/feelings at bay.
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Like Lucy, I’m feeling this poem, too. It’s strange how we are all changed, yet hoping for the best. Take care. Wishing you the best.
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Same to you. Take good care of yourself!
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