So, yesterday I posted my irkiness about my blog (yes, I made that word up - you're welcome). And I think I know what part of my problem is.
Or, more specifically, the neurotransmitters in my brain. And now I'm sure you're all "WTF, Cami?"
Here. I'll be honest with you. Because that's how I roll. I suffer from depression. "WTF?!? Depression?!?" Yes, yes. Depression has been my constant companion for as long as I can remember. However, it got way worse after Ayden was born. So, I've been on antidepressants for the past 3 years. And for the most part, they've worked well.
Except for now. I've been on Zoloft (I'm on the max dose), and it's no longer working for me. I've been irritable as freaking hell lately, and my depressive symptoms are returning. So much so that I haven't been in the mood to sew or do much of anything. I put Ayden down for a nap and I take one myself. Not because I'm tired, mind you. But because it's easier to nap than to deal with anything else.
And if you're one of those people who think people with depression should "just get over it", I invite you to STFU!!!!
So anyway, I went to the doctor yesterday, and I'll be switching to a brand new antidepressant - and by new, I mean new to me and new to the market. We'll see how it goes. Hopefully I'll be back to myself and get my creative juices flowing.
Or I'll go on a killing spree when it gives me thoughts of homicidal ideation.
One of those.
Don't worry - I won't kill people. I say that in jest. How dare you even entertain the idea that I was serious. Shame on you.