So much to say, so much to say, so much to say…

… so much to say. Except, well, not. So, hey, let’s talk about anti-depressants, since I suspect that’s why I don’t have a whole lot to say.

I’m still on them. I have no idea at what point I have to cop to this being “depression” without the “post-partum” prefix. My son is now almost two, so soon, perhaps? I am almost ready to accept that. Almost.

After a month of barely making it through bedtime at 8, I shifted my pill taking time from night to morning, preferring to sleep through the lowest medicated point than have to handle bath and bedtime then. It’s working, except I keep forgetting to take my meds in the morning. Oops.

Bright side: I have found the thought trigger to remind me to take my meds, and it sounds like, “All I want to do is lay in one place forever. Blah, work day. Blah, Javi coming home. Blah, everything. I just want the day to end, but then… well, another day and another day and another… <pause> Oh, forgot to take my meds.”


3 thoughts on “So much to say, so much to say, so much to say…

  1. I was just thinking of you bc I’m weaning off them now. Couldn’t have happened at the worst time – came down with Strep 2 weeks ago and studying for my exam. I def feel the mood swings. It’s really hard sifting through my thoughts and my marriage is seriously suffering. But I hope between yoga, excercise and passing this exam to look forward to I’ll be able to bounce back. So far the physical effects haven’t been bad. Im almost off them completely today….

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