TMI alert.
As a follow up to my last post, thanks THANKS thanks! to everyone who emailed, called, texted, visited…or in some way encouraged me to realize that I am young, I have an amazing child, and that I still have possibilities. Also, thanks to those who just said, “That sucks.” And really meant it. Both approaches were needed and appreciated and I smiled. It kind of felt like I said, “Where my girls at?” and THERE YOU WERE. This is why I heart the internet.
I had a short but much needed visit with some of my best friends this last weekend. I spent some time in Jersey, sat and talked with people who know my biggest secrets, and just felt…better. Out of the four of my Scranton girls that keep in touch regularly, two are married currently (me and Em, she got married last Spring) and the other two are now engaged. One’s wedding is in October and the other’s will be next June. We talked about dresses and food and rings and exercise regimes and families and plans and jobs and that time we all got really fat junior year. And in all of that I decided to just…chill. It’s time to let life just take me. I have some interesting options coming up (work and school related) and don’t feel the immediate need to get on the phone with my doctor and make this baby happen RIGHT NOW! I will concentrate on other things for awhile. One added benefit of this plan is that I will not have to worry about maternity bridesmaids dresses. Ha. Ha ha.
In all of this, though, I have decided to go off all the medication in my life that I CAN quit without risking my health. As a result, I am experiencing withdrawal symptoms after weaning myself off of Citaopram (under a doctor’s supervision). I was wondering why I was spacier than normal and experiencing the weirdest dizziness of my life (while driving home from Jersey, btw…) and when I checked it out online there they were! My symptoms! All listed on various websites and in a few forums all due to people quitting an SSRI. One of the most INTERESTING symptoms have been the dreams. They rival my pregnancy dreams, even. But more scary.
For instance, the other day I dreamed that I found John sitting in our room. I asked him what was wrong and he said he had just performed an exorcism on someone, and when the evil spirit came out of the body it turned to John and said, “I’m coming now for your son.”
RIGHT? Serious crazy-o crap going on inside my head.
Maybe I need that medication after all.
Just kidding.
I really think that I’m good without the meds, and that I would rather be ready for when the doctors gave me the green light to GO! GET PREGNANT! HAVE A BABY! rather than have to stop taking them then and spend a month feeling crappy and letting my system run them out. Plus, a lot of the situational problems leading to my depression are gone. So we’ll see how it goes without it. I am not at all adverse to going back on anxiety/depression medication in the future, especially with my history of OCD and freaking-out-edness. But not right now.
So that’s me. Continuing in my personal quest to share too much information about myself with the world. But who knows who needs to hear what? You know? And also. I need to write it.

(And yes, that’s my current waistline.)




