...any question about whether this is a miracle cure or not. Last night and today answered that.
It's day 9.
I'm overwhelmed. Shit happened and I "can't even" right now.
Everything the kids are doing is annoying the ever-loving shit out of me. Even stuff that shouldn't.
I can't adult. I had to accept some help. I feel guilty. I'm also angry, sad, anxious, and depressed.
Mind over matter only lasts so long. Twenty-one more days will make the thirty in which I could be feeling the full effect of the meds.
I'm feeling hopeless, but it's not hopeless that this treatment is the right path. It's hopeless that I let things go wrong for so long in life that I'll never be able to fix them. The shit storms will keep coming and there's nothing that I can do about it. My molehills have become mountains again.
It's becoming more obvious to me that I cannot handle stress. I functioned today. I didn't want to, but I did anyhow. So, I guess that's something.
All I can think of right now is, "Fuck!"
~Kim
Just remember that even a non depressed person has days like that they just deal better. I am here if you need me. It's not to ask for help, just a friend to come over and watch Jaws.
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