So I went to the Dr this morning. He put me on Zoloft. I thought I would feel better, but I don't. Now I'm worried about it working, making me tired, how long I'm going to be on it, and just plain sad that I'm broken. It's very hard for me to admit defeat, especially when it has to do with my children. I can't even raise my children without being medicated in order to do so.
Wasn't really sure where to post this. Tomorrow I have an appointment with my OBGYN for Postpartum Depression. I really struggled and almost went to a bad place this February when my son was born, but I thought I was getting better. The ugly monster has reared it's head again though. No one knows I've felt this way, not even my husband. I'm very good at making myself crap rainbows in front of others. It's time to stop treading water and make it to shore, so today I told my mother and my husband, and I made an appointment for tomorrow morning. I'm just hoping I can get better.
"Why fit in when you were born to stand out" ~Dr. Seuss