I want to say I tried to keep up with this. I can’t. Life is too busy and the last thing on the list of things to do is to sit down and write out my thoughts.
Today is one of those days where I did the same thing today as the day before. 3 AM wake up call. Work. Short lunch. Back to work. Come home and do the same dishes and the same loads of laundry that I’ve been doing all week. Get the kids ready for a bath. So on and so forth.
I feel a little defeated lately. So many changes are on the horizon and I’m back to not knowing where my job is going. Where my income will be cut. My oldest is officially enrolled to begin kindergarten this year. We have been pre-approved for a home loan. I have to change my position at work, with the uncertainty of where I will be going.
Soon I will have been on my medication for 6 months? Somewhere around there. It’s still the best decision I have made in a long time. I have yet to have any panic attacks or points of severe anxiety. I can wake up and go to work and not be shaking and anxious. So I am still very much paying attention to my mental health. I have not had to take a sleep aid since I’ve started taking my medication. Which is amazing. Sleep was never an easy thing for me. Now I can fall asleep without the nagging thoughts or my brain waking me up half-way through the night to think about every mistake I’ve ever made.
Today’s funk will get better. I’m sure it’s related to daylight savings. Big things are yet to come. Thank God I have a husband that is supportive and loving.
For now, that’s all I have. Especially since my 2 year old is now sitting on the table attempting to push buttons on the keyboard and pulling flowers out of my vase.
The Prozac Parent 