A few weeks ago, I cried Uncle. I started to see a therapist. And today I got medicated.
Ugh.
I don’t have much to say about it, except that I am on the drugs now.
Well, I am reluctantly doing it, taking anti-depressant and anti-anxiety meds every day, but I think it really is for the best. I’ve been under a lot of stress since college, then my Dad’s death, Henry’s illness and death and all Edmund and I have been dealing with over the last month.
And now my brain is off. Time for bed, people!
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