Humbly Pill Popping

I didn't write on here yesterday. Things happened, and by the time I was able to sit down, I just didn't have the energy or will.
Today was interesting. I had my first appointment with the man that prescribes my medication. I think he was a nurse practitioner instead of a psychiatrist, but he was really nice and seemed to know what he was talking about. Even with that, I still find it somewhat uncomfortable talking with someone who is prescribing medication that will somehow alter the way my brain works.
It's never fun having to take a psychotropic medication. There are usually quite a few side effects that are not at all pleasing, and there's always the worry that they may do something they aren't supposed to do. I've been taking something for mental issues since I was a very young adolescent, and it is something that I have never enjoyed. It's easier to take them, and remember to take them consistently, than it used to be, but there's still that 11 year old girl's fear that people are going to intuitively know what I'm taking and judge me as a waste of time.
What I am more interested in is getting my therapy started. I understand that I need to take these pills to level my emotions out; I don't think that they are going to instantly solve my problems or automatically make me a better person. I do hope they help though.
Other than getting medicated, I am realizing that I am continuing to be bombarded with lessons in humility. Over the past few years, I have become an increasingly judgemental person. I try to keep it in my head, but graceful is something I have not been. Now that I am a recipient of an amazing amount of grace from quite a few people, I feel that the judgemental side is starting to very slowly melt away. It's a good thing that I've seen come out of this low point in my life, and something I hope to remind myself of over the next few days.