I don’t have a title in me.

IMG_4639I’m sad. I don’t feel well. I’m exhausted. I come to frustration quickly. And the tears, oh the tears. I guess the fact that I’m still able to cry is a good thing. I’m still functioning. That’s good, too. It hit me like a ton of bricks and I seem to be crashing pretty quickly. So, as discussed previously with my beloved, I “upped” my anti-depressant in hopes of nipping this thing in the butt.

Hubs thinks alcohol is responsible for my mood change. Either it’s because alcohol is an anti-depressant and my moods are so fragile or it interacts with my medication. Both are probably true which sucks because I like a drink here and there. And, it’s not like I’ve been binge drinking. I mean, maybe I’ve had two drinks in one sitting, nothing over the top.

My memory is shot and I feel like my brain is a bag of cotton balls. Thankfully, I have an appointment with my new doctors’ office in early August. I do know that the memory loss is a side effect of the meds I’m on. I’m not sure about the brain fog. I bet that is, too.

There’s someone off work for the next several weeks. That being said, I can’t just take a mental health day. I’d have to do the FMLA “I’m sick” route. I don’t want to do that. I just need to rest. I want to rest.

1 Comment

  1. It sucks to feel so bad. I believe people should have mental health days.

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