Here lately I have been thinking alot about "things". These things being what makes me happy, what makes me sad, what makes me who I am.
Believe it or not I am a very demanding person. O'Neil tells me that I am difficult.
I don't see myself like this but I do want what I want when I want and I want things done my way. I don't like things to be in dissaray. It makes me feel overwhelmed and discombobulated. I can't handle that.
As much as I would like to be I am not a lovey dovey type person. I never have been. O'Neil is very affectionate and so we clash in that respect. He doesn't understand me and I don't understand him.
I guess for a while now I have been in this funk and it is only getting worse. I guess I nreally need to break down and get back on my crazy medicine but I don't want to do that either. I don't want to have to depend on medicine to make me feel good. I was fine until the birth of Mason in May of 02. It's been all down hill since then. After the birth of Mason I suffered SEVERE post partum depression. I thought I was fine but everyone else around me knew I was one whacked out nut job. This was tough on everybody. I mean here I am 24 years old with a great husband, nice house, nice cars, a new baby and everything else I could want in life. I was very excited about Mason and I "thought" I was ok. Looking back I was
NOT ok...i was a whack-a-doo who needed some serious help. I would barely touch mason. I refused to change diapers. I didn't want to feed him. All I wanted to do was sleep. I had a very rough and
BAD pregnancy with Mason. (That's another post, actually I giuess I am going backwards with my thoughts but this is me and I will do what I want)
so anyway....My doctor tried to warn me that I was going to have post partum depression and i told him he was crazy. That i wanted my baby and would love him. He explained to me that he has been an OB doctor long enough and knowing me for as long as he has my personality is sure signs I am a high candidate for post partum....ok dude your crazy..that is what i am thinking...no he wasn't crazy I was and I did suffer from it and it was
awful. But once again I thought i was fine....i couldn't understand why my mom was crying, why oneil was looking at me like i was nuts, why the people around me were walking on eggshells. Hindsight is 20/20. So he tells me 2 days after birth that he is going to put me on Zoloft and I tell him it's not necessary I am fine and all the while the rest of the family was obviously telling him different. So I started on 100mg of zoloft....WOW..can you say good for nothing...I was a walking zombie and very loopy. He cut the dose back to 75mg...much better...2 weeks goes by and I am feeling pretty darn good. Then one day after not really having any interaction with Mason, I did but not like a mother should, I woke up and thought I was super mom....O'Neil wasn't doing anything right and I was back to my old self I guess you would say. I hated, hated hated feeling like this. It was beyond my control and it
SUCKED BIG TIME. I do not wish that upon anyone and there is ALOT of women who suffer from it and they don't realize it.
On that Note....SCREW YOU TOM CRUISE I WOULDN'T SPIT DOWN YOUR THROAT IF YOUR GUTS WAS ON FIRE!!!!
who the hell is he? Tell me..please ...I want to know...other than another whack-a-doo celebrity....
i don't believe I am depressed right now I think I am stressed. My family has been turned upside down and routines are out of whack. I am a firm believer in routines for children makes things go alot smoother. They also like routine. So until I can get myself back on track maybe I should consider taking my meds. I guess when your hubby ask...hey you think your meds will help you out? I guess that is a sure sign you may should consider it huh!
I have read up on my sign ( I am gemini by the way) and it sooo fits me to a tee!!
Kinda scary actually!!