It's funny how when people start to hear that you're a little crazy they have two reactions. First, they shower you with warmth and support; or two, they back slowly away from you and start turning down playdates with your kids.
"is it me, do i smell like sadness and neglect?"
Actually, i have noticed that i do smell. I smell funky when i take medicine. My body hates it.
I went back to my doctor today. My thyroid is normal, my iron alarmingly low - but to be expected for a woman who has had Lactational Amenorrhea for 8 years. Effexor is a go. Doubling the dosage after seven days and then again after two weeks if needed.
I'm totally freaked out. The clonazepam has been nice, but kind of unhelpful. I feel calmly depressed most of the time. If anything it intensifies my sadness because i don't have to deal with the anxiety.
I'm having a hard time finding words tonight. I am having trouble talking to the people who want to talk to me, to help me, because i am so uncomfortable talking. Trying to explain it.
I am okay.
I am dealing with this in the best way i can. I am doing everything i can to keep on being a good mother, to get back to the place where i was an excellent mother. I need space and time from the people who have expectations of me. I need to hide in my bed at times, to cuddle with my kids a little bit more, to let my husband love me and worry about me.
Mostly, and hardest of all, i have to keep living my life. Doing all the things i've always done. But, i also know, that keeping on doing those things will help me to feel better.
I hope.
Posted by Jess at 09:26 PM Permalink


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Isn't it interesting how we work through things in our mind. You may have already noticed this, but you start getting pretty vulnerable in your post, but the tone quickly changes to I am okay, I am going to make it. You are, you are.
Posted by Kris | August 19, 2006 02:04 AM