I wish my family members would stop pointing out the weight I’ve gained. The antipsychotics I take do wonders for my mood and anxiety, but they make me never feel full. This is well known side effect and yet I still get grief for it. As much as I dislike my appearance, I’d rather be slightly overweight than constantly be depressed by the people who’ve hurt me. The antipsychotics keep me neutral, a feeling I haven’t had in nearly a decade. I’ve gotten so fed up that I had my psychiatrist prescribe pills that reduce hunger. That way I can keep the antipsychotic’s benefits without dealing with the constant comments. Hopefully I can lose that weight soon…