When I first started taking Singulair, I was in sixth or seventh grade, a young girl in puberty. And, of course, I was experiencing both physical and emotional changes as any female my age would have. 

During this time, I started seeing my first counselor. It was acknowledged by my parents that I had traits of obsessive-compulsive disorder, similar to my dad, even though a name wasn’t put on it.

Unfortunately, my counselor did not acknowledge this. Nor did she acknowledge my extreme negative thoughts.

What my mom and myself can recall, was that no one ever questioned the allergy medication I was on and a possible effect it was having on me mentally.

Over the years, I continued to have depression and extreme negative thoughts. Because of fear and lack of understanding of what I was thinking, I didn’t share my thoughts with anyone. 

As the years went on, my mental health declined.

I was put on psychiatric drugs in 2010, my first year of college while still being on Singulair.

It wasn’t until 2013 when a healthcare provider advised me to stop taking Singulair, since it can cause mental health issues.

By then, my life had already taken a turn for the worse.