Ah, things finally took a turn for the better this week. I wish I could say it was my doing, but I lack the proper brain function to make myself feel better.
Yeah, Thursday, I was finally able to see my psychiatrist again (stupid health insurance) and get back on my meds. It took me a long, long time to admit I needed help when I first started my journey down mental health lane, but this past month or so where I’ve been sans meds, period, for the longest time since I started taking them, was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. Throw in Arya’s happy sleep regression where she’d be awake for hours at night and, well… the stress was killing me.
I don’t have an official diagnosis other than severe anxiety. Just before I got pregnant, my psych & I were on the path to discovering the meaning behind my mood swings. Unfortunately the med he prescribed me that had just started to help was a definite NO during pregnancy, so that went back to square one.
I’m starting over now, and I hope to be able to share The Joy of the Journey to Lorien’s Well-Being with you, or whatever. Just know that for now, things have stabilized and I can breathe. You don’t know how amazing, invigorating, renewing that feels.