After a life-long struggle with mild to moderate depression, I am finally medicated. It just got to the point where I thought I needed to try it. So far, I am not sure I like it. Sure, it's only been a couple days and I know that it takes time for the anti-depressant to do what it's supposed to do, but it is seriously messing with my sleep, which makes me even crabbier. This is not good. I am hoping my body is just adjusting and things will go smoothly from here on out.
I don't really know what I am hoping for out of this thing, anyway. Am I hoping for a magic pill that makes me happy and unaware? Unable to scream at my husband for no good reason? Unable to think spending a day in bed sounds like a good idea? Able to take the bad days along with the good and not obsess about what is going wrong? I don't know. I don't know what I expect. Partly, I expect nothing. I am historically not a med taker. Not prescription drugs, anyway. And when I do, they don't drastically change my life. The Clomid did not make me pregnant (though it did make me moody), the HGH hasn't done anything. Why should this be any different? Time will tell, I guess.
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