I feel good today. I’m on the other side of a 4-day jaunt in the land of SSRIs. I gave up, and went on them. I gave up, and went off them.
I give up. I give up. I give up.
Uncle.
I just couldn’t take the side effects, and if I took them for much longer, there would be the trauma of withdrawal to face as well. As is, I was willing to accept any withdrawal symptoms, because I figured they couldn’t be worse than the symptoms I’ve already been enduring.
I was feeling as though I was losing track of myself. I need some time to myself once in a while, and I just don’t seem to be able to carve any out.
I’ve decided that I will learn other ways to cope. I will have to make time for myself. Somehow. I don’t need much, but I need something.
This weekend was good for me. I had several hours to clean and tidy my house. It feels so good to have tidy surroundings. It makes me smile. The simple things. I also got to spend a little time visiting a friend who has several children, so our children entertained each other while we had some grown up visiting time. Very nice.
