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Wednesday, December 14, 2005

The darkness is receding slowly

Thank you for all your support. I have decided to seek some help from the cuckoo doctors. I am going to go straight for the psychiatrists because since this has happened before and I am inclined to believe this might just be part of my make up. While I still feel that sadness in me, today is bearable. The husband has been supportive, thank goodness. I wonder when he signed up for this marriage if he realized that (a) his wife was nutso and (b) would take it out on him. That might have given him pause for thought. Not sure that I will be able to get an appointment for the loony bin before our trip to Phoenix but I will try for one as soon as possible. Thanks again for all your support. It means more than y'all will ever know.

PS - the hair still looks like shit. I hope karma bites that girl in the ass.

Elizabeth at 12:49 PM

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at 2:07 PM Blogger Tammy said...

I think you're looking at it all wrong. You are not looney. You are depressed. Hell, I couldn't get through the day without my Sarafem and my husband's Lexipro. You will be okay. There is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of or embarrased about.

Also, if my hubby knew then what he knows about me now, I assure you, he would not have said I do! :)

 
at 3:27 PM Blogger Mama Duck said...

Girl, if you get good enough drugs you won't even NOTICE the hair anymore. ;)

Seriously, I'm glad that you're off to get some help. It almost makes it bearble just knowing there is some assistance on the way, doesn't it?

 
at 4:23 PM Blogger Kelly said...

I meant to respond yesterday...It took a good friend of mine to tell me I was depressed. I didn't even see the signs, but once she pointed it out, I didn't hesitate to see the doctor, got on drugs, and felt better in 3 months (and believe me, with my child I had/have a lot to push me into depression!) You are not "looney", you are human!

Don't be all Tom Cruise on us - I'm glad you are seeking help! Please keep us posted, so we can help keep your spirits up!

 
at 6:19 PM Blogger Lori said...

SFG - glad to hear you going for help. You can also look at it this way - if you had some other illness, you'd take medication for that to make you feel better. Depression is nothing to be ashamed of. Too many people hide it thinking it's all in their head - if you know what I mean. :)

 
at 8:50 PM Blogger Kathryn said...

Crazy people don't think that they're crazy.

you're not crazy, you're just having a little rough patch due to a lack of chemicals in your brain; nothing some Effexor can't fix.

 

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