I'd heard every horror story before I started. The crazy nausea, the hair loss, the "I couldn't eat for weeks" posts. I was convinced I'd be the worst-case scenario.
Turns out? Those stories aren't as common as the internet makes them seem.
My first week was mild. A little nausea, a little less appetite.
By week two, I felt normal, just quieter around food.
And the other thing I wasn't prepared for, the secrecy.
I didn't tell anyone at first. Kept it to myself like it was something to be ashamed of.
"Should I even tell my friends? My family?"Looking back, I don't know why I felt that way. There's nothing to hide.
It's medication, prescribed by a real doctor who actually monitors you, not some random provider you never speak to again.
That was the part I didn't expect. Someone was actually paying attention.