I’m trying this new thing where I do a bit of writing everyday. You may have noticed that last week I posted Monday-Friday (and last Sunday! WOO!). Today, however, I could take it or leave it. Part of me would like to sit and watch Ben and Holly’s Magic Kingdom but the other half wants to document the end of my first week on anti-depressants. So, here I am.
THE PAST 7 DAYS
The past week has been filled with A LOT of sickness. I stress to add this is of the vomiting and flu/head cold variety, not the mental variety. I looked after everyone and carried on as normally as possible even though at times I felt a bit off myself. I’m far too stubborn to vomit so I’m unsure if I actually had a little of the bug or if it was the pills making me feel nauseous.
Naturally there was a lot of washing and cleaning to do to try and minimize the spread of germs but I took pride in how I managed everything. As Hubby rightly said, twelve months ago I would have felt completely overwhelmed. I’d have been angry at him for being unable to help me purely for the fact I just would have felt like I couldn’t cope. I know, that realization kinda’ makes me cringe too.
We’ve also noticed how I’ve been playing with the girls more and a lot more patient with Little Man, especially when he’s giving me attitude. I swear, he’s channeling his sixteen year old self perfectly. So, I think that the medication has kicked in. Like my GP said, I won’t feel changes day to day but at the end of the first six weeks I’ll be able to look back and see how far I’ve come.
But, so far so good. I’m pleased I took the leap and I’m hoping I can put the darkness behind me. Tonight I overheard Hubby tell his Mum how much I’d looked after everyone and how I seem my normal, happy self and that felt really, really good.
I hope you guys had a great and healthy weekend.