It's been quite a while since I posted --life has been crazy crazy. Lots of things happening on campus and in life, although none of them are worth writing about :-)
One of the major things is that I finally went to the Dr. didn't get a lot of answers that I wanted, but still all the same I ended up with an anti-depressant. Not the first time I've taken them. Shortly after Hannah was born I went through major post-partum issues and they really helped. In the 9 yrs since then I've taken them once, but only for six months or so.
I finally decided that my kids deserved a better mom. Not that I was a crying, despondent person, but I had absolutely reached the end of my rope. I had no patience and was constantly on edge, so I asked my dr. for a little chemical help. Within a week it had made a huge difference and continues to do so. It's been about six weeks and I continue to get better and better.
And now comes the soap-box part !! I hate that our society and I think more specifically our church frowns on such things. If you tell someone you're depressed you get this weird response. Some of the older generation go so far as to say that "you're relationship with God must not be all that is should be" or that "if you have enough faith in God, you wouldn't have problems." This really really bothers me!!! I feel that it's just as much of a chemical imbalance as someone who needs insulin or heart medication, etc....
So I'm proud to say, I'm a better person with meds and at this point will continue them for as long as needed. My family deserves the best me I can be and I'm a valuable enough person that I should feel the best I can.
