I know I’ve been gone a while, but I’ve been recovering from something insidious, something that crept up on me, took over my life and made me selfish and apathetic about everything except my kids. And I didn’t even realize it.
I couldn’t get out of bed. I didn’t clean. I wasn’t sewing. And I didn’t care. I was convinced that my husband couldn’t possibly love me. When it got to the point that there were weekends that I just didn’t leave my bed and I saw that staying in bed and lashing out at D was coming in cycles, I knew it was time to talk to the doctor.
So after a little over 3 months on medication, the play out of the way for another year, and help getting the main parts of the house looking like people instead of animals live here, I’m giving blogging another shot. Hopefully these new entries will be a bit more upbeat, ha ha.
So I’ve started back to school, become “Suzy Homemaker”, and I’m not only leaving the computer and my room, but bathing and dressing. Big deal, right? Well, it is when you’ve got depression. Medication has got to be the best thing ever right now. And the best part? It’s not supposed to be forever and I’m not gaining weight from this scrip.
I’m hoping to keep this up. Hope is an amazing thing when applied to the correct possibilities.