Several readers mentioned anti-depressants in the comments about my "stupid games" post. I suppose I have some old history to offer, if only to put those minds at rest.
In April 2007, I was officially diagnosed with postpartum depression. I've suffered mild bipolar for most of my life, but with the responsibility of a child, I finally got my act together and sought help. There was a nightmare mental health run-in with the hospital (yes, another online name is Katt), and that *just* got cleared up this month (I hope!), but the cliffnotes is that I started on zoloft and got some counseling and things were much improved.
The last time I was in the office, the MD didn't want to renew the prescription. I had another two months left, so I didn't worry too much about it, but I figured I'd just stop...that was pretty much what he was having me do, anyway, right? *hangs head* I know...I know. Beloved's already chastised me and I am back on the pills. I'm also scheduling an appointment to talk to the doctor...let him know that I just kinda crash and burn without the little blue pills.
Damn, but it hurts to admit that! Beloved patiently (but firmly) told me that it's not my FAULT...there is a chemical imbalance in my head and the little blues are "vitamins for my soul". *soft smile* He's wonderful. It still sucks, but at least he helps me see the light in darkness.
We still haven't broached the topic of my collar, though...
I have had similar conversations with luvbunny - explaining that it's not her fault she has a chemical imbalance, explaining that, contrary to certain uninformed (dare I say stupid) inlaws opinions, she isnt' taking "happy pills" but medication designed to get things in balance - which means she will be subject to the same things that most of us are ... yeah. *hugs* I hope your appt goes well, and the MD listens.
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