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[Smuvers Farm]

As you all are my friends, and even those who are just reading without ever posting, I feel the NEED to post this to you.

As some of you know, my family was stationed in El Paso TX for 7 years (up until June 2016) and, during that time, I went through a major episode of depression. I gave birth to the PIC (and, looking back, I feel I may have had undiagnosed PPD), gained a good 100 pounds AT LEAST, lost my hand full of friends (and didn’t make new ones), almost never left my bed nonetheless my house, etc etc etc. It was an extremely horrible, emotionally and mentally draining time for me… and I was mostly alone during this time.

Since being here since 2016, getting chickens, painting the PICs room, unpacking my entire life into my very first home, things had looked up. Life was moving forward, or so I assumed, and I wasn’t *depressed* any longer. There’d be a day or two, here and there, when I felt really off…. But I chalked it up to just what probably everybody felt.

For the last few months, things in my life haven’t been going very smoothly. I honestly thought, once we moved back to a *normal* area, with trees and grass (and people who have southern manners, lol), that everything in my life would just suddenly be 1000% better. But then, the day or two of being off turned into a week of being off, then 2 weeks, and then a month and, before I knew it… I was living *off*….

I was living off, with having a day here and there that was *good*. I noticed that I was taking my Xanax more often than not. I was back to staying in bed most of the day, and days were getting away from me…. floating by and I wasn’t responding.

I knew things had to change. Although I had already started to put into place other things to change my lifestyle (like going to the gym, eating healthier, etc), I needed more help. Although things were getting better, things weren’t getting better enough… I hope that makes sense. I knew things had to change. I owed it to the PIC and I owed it to myself.

About a month ago, I told my Dr. about sleep issues, about how I couldn’t fall asleep or stay asleep. I was hoping that, maybe with some regular good nights of sleep, I could shake the fog that had coated me. The Dr. put me on something (Restoril I believe), and it did nothing but make me ravenous... which then added to my off-ness. I was taking something to help me sleep, yet I still wasn’t sleeping and then doing a LOT of late night binging, which counteracted my workouts and healthy daytime eating. Taters….

As I have accepted that I need more help than originally thought, I spoke with my Dr. about my anxiety, stress and depression issues, instead of dancing around it. So now, part of my treatment plan has been a decision by my Dr. and me for me to start taking antidepressants.

I’ve started with Prozac just a couple of days ago. I also am trying another sleep med, and I still have some Xanax. The sleep meds and the Xanax is there only to serve me until the Prozac kicks in. At that point, I am hoping that my sleep patterns should regulate and I also can go back to needing the Xanax in an emergency situation again, instead of using it almost daily.



So, this is where I am now. I am hoping to find interest in life again. I don’t feel the need to talk anything out, so just keep me in your thoughts and I’ll do my best to keep posting here… and start posting more often.



Love you guys.

 

[Redhead Rae]

As you all are my friends, and even those who are just reading without ever posting, I feel the NEED to post this to you.

As some of you know, my family was stationed in El Paso TX for 7 years (up until June 2016) and, during that time, I went through a major episode of depression. I gave birth to the PIC (and, looking back, I feel I may have had undiagnosed PPD), gained a good 100 pounds AT LEAST, lost my hand full of friends (and didn’t make new ones), almost never left my bed nonetheless my house, etc etc etc. It was an extremely horrible, emotionally and mentally draining time for me… and I was mostly alone during this time.

Since being here since 2016, getting chickens, painting the PICs room, unpacking my entire life into my very first home, things had looked up. Life was moving forward, or so I assumed, and I wasn’t *depressed* any longer. There’d be a day or two, here and there, when I felt really off…. But I chalked it up to just what probably everybody felt.

For the last few months, things in my life haven’t been going very smoothly. I honestly thought, once we moved back to a *normal* area, with trees and grass (and people who have southern manners, lol), that everything in my life would just suddenly be 1000% better. But then, the day or two of being off turned into a week of being off, then 2 weeks, and then a month and, before I knew it… I was living *off*….

I was living off, with having a day here and there that was *good*. I noticed that I was taking my Xanax more often than not. I was back to staying in bed most of the day, and days were getting away from me…. floating by and I wasn’t responding.

I knew things had to change. Although I had already started to put into place other things to change my lifestyle (like going to the gym, eating healthier, etc), I needed more help. Although things were getting better, things weren’t getting better enough… I hope that makes sense. I knew things had to change. I owed it to the PIC and I owed it to myself.

About a month ago, I told my Dr. about sleep issues, about how I couldn’t fall asleep or stay asleep. I was hoping that, maybe with some regular good nights of sleep, I could shake the fog that had coated me. The Dr. put me on something (Restoril I believe), and it did nothing but make me ravenous... which then added to my off-ness. I was taking something to help me sleep, yet I still wasn’t sleeping and then doing a LOT of late night binging, which counteracted my workouts and healthy daytime eating. Taters….

As I have accepted that I need more help than originally thought, I spoke with my Dr. about my anxiety, stress and depression issues, instead of dancing around it. So now, part of my treatment plan has been a decision by my Dr. and me for me to start taking antidepressants.

I’ve started with Prozac just a couple of days ago. I also am trying another sleep med, and I still have some Xanax. The sleep meds and the Xanax is there only to serve me until the Prozac kicks in. At that point, I am hoping that my sleep patterns should regulate and I also can go back to needing the Xanax in an emergency situation again, instead of using it almost daily.



So, this is where I am now. I am hoping to find interest in life again. I don’t feel the need to talk anything out, so just keep me in your thoughts and I’ll do my best to keep posting here… and start posting more often.



Love you guys.

Love you too. Will be praying for you!

 

[CSAchook]

As you all are my friends, and even those who are just reading without ever posting, I feel the NEED to post this to you.

As some of you know, my family was stationed in El Paso TX for 7 years (up until June 2016) and, during that time, I went through a major episode of depression. I gave birth to the PIC (and, looking back, I feel I may have had undiagnosed PPD), gained a good 100 pounds AT LEAST, lost my hand full of friends (and didn’t make new ones), almost never left my bed nonetheless my house, etc etc etc. It was an extremely horrible, emotionally and mentally draining time for me… and I was mostly alone during this time.

Since being here since 2016, getting chickens, painting the PICs room, unpacking my entire life into my very first home, things had looked up. Life was moving forward, or so I assumed, and I wasn’t *depressed* any longer. There’d be a day or two, here and there, when I felt really off…. But I chalked it up to just what probably everybody felt.

For the last few months, things in my life haven’t been going very smoothly. I honestly thought, once we moved back to a *normal* area, with trees and grass (and people who have southern manners, lol), that everything in my life would just suddenly be 1000% better. But then, the day or two of being off turned into a week of being off, then 2 weeks, and then a month and, before I knew it… I was living *off*….

I was living off, with having a day here and there that was *good*. I noticed that I was taking my Xanax more often than not. I was back to staying in bed most of the day, and days were getting away from me…. floating by and I wasn’t responding.

I knew things had to change. Although I had already started to put into place other things to change my lifestyle (like going to the gym, eating healthier, etc), I needed more help. Although things were getting better, things weren’t getting better enough… I hope that makes sense. I knew things had to change. I owed it to the PIC and I owed it to myself.

About a month ago, I told my Dr. about sleep issues, about how I couldn’t fall asleep or stay asleep. I was hoping that, maybe with some regular good nights of sleep, I could shake the fog that had coated me. The Dr. put me on something (Restoril I believe), and it did nothing but make me ravenous... which then added to my off-ness. I was taking something to help me sleep, yet I still wasn’t sleeping and then doing a LOT of late night binging, which counteracted my workouts and healthy daytime eating. Taters….

As I have accepted that I need more help than originally thought, I spoke with my Dr. about my anxiety, stress and depression issues, instead of dancing around it. So now, part of my treatment plan has been a decision by my Dr. and me for me to start taking antidepressants.

I’ve started with Prozac just a couple of days ago. I also am trying another sleep med, and I still have some Xanax. The sleep meds and the Xanax is there only to serve me until the Prozac kicks in. At that point, I am hoping that my sleep patterns should regulate and I also can go back to needing the Xanax in an emergency situation again, instead of using it almost daily.



So, this is where I am now. I am hoping to find interest in life again. I don’t feel the need to talk anything out, so just keep me in your thoughts and I’ll do my best to keep posting here… and start posting more often.



Love you guys.

Love you too Smuvy! One tip (which you are 100 million percent free to ignore); I find I sleep best if I take my anti-depressants first thing in the morning. If I take them too late in the day I (personally) am more likely to have trouble sleeping. Thinking about cha!

 

[ronott1]

As you all are my friends, and even those who are just reading without ever posting, I feel the NEED to post this to you.

As some of you know, my family was stationed in El Paso TX for 7 years (up until June 2016) and, during that time, I went through a major episode of depression. I gave birth to the PIC (and, looking back, I feel I may have had undiagnosed PPD), gained a good 100 pounds AT LEAST, lost my hand full of friends (and didn’t make new ones), almost never left my bed nonetheless my house, etc etc etc. It was an extremely horrible, emotionally and mentally draining time for me… and I was mostly alone during this time.

Since being here since 2016, getting chickens, painting the PICs room, unpacking my entire life into my very first home, things had looked up. Life was moving forward, or so I assumed, and I wasn’t *depressed* any longer. There’d be a day or two, here and there, when I felt really off…. But I chalked it up to just what probably everybody felt.

For the last few months, things in my life haven’t been going very smoothly. I honestly thought, once we moved back to a *normal* area, with trees and grass (and people who have southern manners, lol), that everything in my life would just suddenly be 1000% better. But then, the day or two of being off turned into a week of being off, then 2 weeks, and then a month and, before I knew it… I was living *off*….

I was living off, with having a day here and there that was *good*. I noticed that I was taking my Xanax more often than not. I was back to staying in bed most of the day, and days were getting away from me…. floating by and I wasn’t responding.

I knew things had to change. Although I had already started to put into place other things to change my lifestyle (like going to the gym, eating healthier, etc), I needed more help. Although things were getting better, things weren’t getting better enough… I hope that makes sense. I knew things had to change. I owed it to the PIC and I owed it to myself.

About a month ago, I told my Dr. about sleep issues, about how I couldn’t fall asleep or stay asleep. I was hoping that, maybe with some regular good nights of sleep, I could shake the fog that had coated me. The Dr. put me on something (Restoril I believe), and it did nothing but make me ravenous... which then added to my off-ness. I was taking something to help me sleep, yet I still wasn’t sleeping and then doing a LOT of late night binging, which counteracted my workouts and healthy daytime eating. Taters….

As I have accepted that I need more help than originally thought, I spoke with my Dr. about my anxiety, stress and depression issues, instead of dancing around it. So now, part of my treatment plan has been a decision by my Dr. and me for me to start taking antidepressants.

I’ve started with Prozac just a couple of days ago. I also am trying another sleep med, and I still have some Xanax. The sleep meds and the Xanax is there only to serve me until the Prozac kicks in. At that point, I am hoping that my sleep patterns should regulate and I also can go back to needing the Xanax in an emergency situation again, instead of using it almost daily.



So, this is where I am now. I am hoping to find interest in life again. I don’t feel the need to talk anything out, so just keep me in your thoughts and I’ll do my best to keep posting here… and start posting more often.



Love you guys.

Hang in there!

Anti depressants take quite a bit of time to kick in. There are others and a new one that removes suicidal thoughts very quickly. If the prozac does not work, try a different one.

My Brother has been on anti depressants for years now

 

[Smuvers Farm]

Love you too Smuvy! One tip (which you are 100 million percent free to ignore); I find I sleep best if I take my anti-depressants first thing in the morning. If I take them too late in the day I (personally) am more likely to have trouble sleeping. Thinking about cha!

Thanks chooky. I am taking the med first thing in the AM. I know it's gonna take a little time, but wth else do I have going on?!?

Hang in there!

Anti depressants take quite a bit of time to kick in. There are others and a new one that removes suicidal thoughts very quickly. If the prozac does not work, try a different one.

My Brother has been on anti depressants for years now

I'm hanging Ron! No suicidal thoughts, none at all. It's just been like floating through life without a paddle or a rudder, no direction and no forward motion.

I first requested Celexa, since that was the first AD they put the DH on... but then they changed him to Prozac, and I've seen just how beneficial it's been for him. Pointed out to the DH that now we're both on ADs, so we should divorce and be happier!!!

 

[Smuvers Farm]

Love you too. Will be praying for you!

Thanks doll.... give MDs cheeks a squinch for me...

 

[ronott1]

Thanks chooky. I am taking the med first thing in the AM. I know it's gonna take a little time, but wth else do I have going on?!?



I'm hanging Ron! No suicidal thoughts, none at all. It's just been like floating through life without a paddle or a rudder, no direction and no forward motion.

I first requested Celexa, since that was the first AD they put the DH on... but then they changed him to Prozac, and I've seen just how beneficial it's been for him. Pointed out to the DH that now we're both on ADs, so we should divorce and be happier!!!

You two are a support system!

 

[apryl29]

As you all are my friends, and even those who are just reading without ever posting, I feel the NEED to post this to you.

As some of you know, my family was stationed in El Paso TX for 7 years (up until June 2016) and, during that time, I went through a major episode of depression. I gave birth to the PIC (and, looking back, I feel I may have had undiagnosed PPD), gained a good 100 pounds AT LEAST, lost my hand full of friends (and didn’t make new ones), almost never left my bed nonetheless my house, etc etc etc. It was an extremely horrible, emotionally and mentally draining time for me… and I was mostly alone during this time.

Since being here since 2016, getting chickens, painting the PICs room, unpacking my entire life into my very first home, things had looked up. Life was moving forward, or so I assumed, and I wasn’t *depressed* any longer. There’d be a day or two, here and there, when I felt really off…. But I chalked it up to just what probably everybody felt.

For the last few months, things in my life haven’t been going very smoothly. I honestly thought, once we moved back to a *normal* area, with trees and grass (and people who have southern manners, lol), that everything in my life would just suddenly be 1000% better. But then, the day or two of being off turned into a week of being off, then 2 weeks, and then a month and, before I knew it… I was living *off*….

I was living off, with having a day here and there that was *good*. I noticed that I was taking my Xanax more often than not. I was back to staying in bed most of the day, and days were getting away from me…. floating by and I wasn’t responding.

I knew things had to change. Although I had already started to put into place other things to change my lifestyle (like going to the gym, eating healthier, etc), I needed more help. Although things were getting better, things weren’t getting better enough… I hope that makes sense. I knew things had to change. I owed it to the PIC and I owed it to myself.

About a month ago, I told my Dr. about sleep issues, about how I couldn’t fall asleep or stay asleep. I was hoping that, maybe with some regular good nights of sleep, I could shake the fog that had coated me. The Dr. put me on something (Restoril I believe), and it did nothing but make me ravenous... which then added to my off-ness. I was taking something to help me sleep, yet I still wasn’t sleeping and then doing a LOT of late night binging, which counteracted my workouts and healthy daytime eating. Taters….

As I have accepted that I need more help than originally thought, I spoke with my Dr. about my anxiety, stress and depression issues, instead of dancing around it. So now, part of my treatment plan has been a decision by my Dr. and me for me to start taking antidepressants.

I’ve started with Prozac just a couple of days ago. I also am trying another sleep med, and I still have some Xanax. The sleep meds and the Xanax is there only to serve me until the Prozac kicks in. At that point, I am hoping that my sleep patterns should regulate and I also can go back to needing the Xanax in an emergency situation again, instead of using it almost daily.



So, this is where I am now. I am hoping to find interest in life again. I don’t feel the need to talk anything out, so just keep me in your thoughts and I’ll do my best to keep posting here… and start posting more often.



Love you guys.

Good for you for recognizing that you were feeling off & talking to a dr about it. So many times people are afraid to speak up or to take meds.
I want to 2nd ronott1. If you feel like the meds aren't working the way they should make sure you speak to your dr and get them changed. Don't feel like you need to 'give it a chance to work' or it needs to 'kick in'. Major side effects, like making you feel worse, don't go away. Not lecturing you.. I've seen people try to explain away things and delay going back to the dr b/c it took them so much just to go the first time that they didn't want to go back again. Ok, off my soap box.
I hope this med helps & you start feeling better. Hopefully this and your coming surgery will be the turning point you need to get things back on track. You do you & find your happiness.

 

[pitbullmomma]

As you all are my friends, and even those who are just reading without ever posting, I feel the NEED to post this to you.

As some of you know, my family was stationed in El Paso TX for 7 years (up until June 2016) and, during that time, I went through a major episode of depression. I gave birth to the PIC (and, looking back, I feel I may have had undiagnosed PPD), gained a good 100 pounds AT LEAST, lost my hand full of friends (and didn’t make new ones), almost never left my bed nonetheless my house, etc etc etc. It was an extremely horrible, emotionally and mentally draining time for me… and I was mostly alone during this time.

Since being here since 2016, getting chickens, painting the PICs room, unpacking my entire life into my very first home, things had looked up. Life was moving forward, or so I assumed, and I wasn’t *depressed* any longer. There’d be a day or two, here and there, when I felt really off…. But I chalked it up to just what probably everybody felt.

For the last few months, things in my life haven’t been going very smoothly. I honestly thought, once we moved back to a *normal* area, with trees and grass (and people who have southern manners, lol), that everything in my life would just suddenly be 1000% better. But then, the day or two of being off turned into a week of being off, then 2 weeks, and then a month and, before I knew it… I was living *off*….

I was living off, with having a day here and there that was *good*. I noticed that I was taking my Xanax more often than not. I was back to staying in bed most of the day, and days were getting away from me…. floating by and I wasn’t responding.

I knew things had to change. Although I had already started to put into place other things to change my lifestyle (like going to the gym, eating healthier, etc), I needed more help. Although things were getting better, things weren’t getting better enough… I hope that makes sense. I knew things had to change. I owed it to the PIC and I owed it to myself.

About a month ago, I told my Dr. about sleep issues, about how I couldn’t fall asleep or stay asleep. I was hoping that, maybe with some regular good nights of sleep, I could shake the fog that had coated me. The Dr. put me on something (Restoril I believe), and it did nothing but make me ravenous... which then added to my off-ness. I was taking something to help me sleep, yet I still wasn’t sleeping and then doing a LOT of late night binging, which counteracted my workouts and healthy daytime eating. Taters….

As I have accepted that I need more help than originally thought, I spoke with my Dr. about my anxiety, stress and depression issues, instead of dancing around it. So now, part of my treatment plan has been a decision by my Dr. and me for me to start taking antidepressants.

I’ve started with Prozac just a couple of days ago. I also am trying another sleep med, and I still have some Xanax. The sleep meds and the Xanax is there only to serve me until the Prozac kicks in. At that point, I am hoping that my sleep patterns should regulate and I also can go back to needing the Xanax in an emergency situation again, instead of using it almost daily.



So, this is where I am now. I am hoping to find interest in life again. I don’t feel the need to talk anything out, so just keep me in your thoughts and I’ll do my best to keep posting here… and start posting more often.



Love you guys.

Hey hunny,

Just PMd you.

I am here for you. You got lots of Squatch friends here, use em.

Love ya D.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

 

[pitbullmomma]

Good for you for recognizing that you were feeling off & talking to a dr about it. So many times people are afraid to speak up or to take meds.
I want to 2nd ronott1. If you feel like the meds aren't working the way they should make sure you speak to your dr and get them changed. Don't feel like you need to 'give it a chance to work' or it needs to 'kick in'. Major side effects, like making you feel worse, don't go away. Not lecturing you.. I've seen people try to explain away things and delay going back to the dr b/c it took them so much just to go the first time that they didn't want to go back again. Ok, off my soap box.
I hope this med helps & you start feeling better. Hopefully this and your coming surgery will be the turning point you need to get things back on track. You do you & find your happiness.

Respectfully here to say...SSRI's like Prozac and Zoloft DO take awhile to build up in your system. They can take 2-6 weeks I believe to start seeing changes and come up to a therapeutic level. These are not drugs you want to discontinue abruptly; you have to wean off them, and you do have to give them time to work.

Keeping in close contact with your doc is key, as there are alot of annoying little SE's you can get from them.

ETA: Saying this as a nurse (what I would tell my patients) and also, as someone who's been riding the Crazy Train for oh, like 20+ years, lol! Prozac is my Vitamin P, ha. But it's kept me alive and somewhat happy, and for that I am very thankful.

SSRI's (like most meds) can be good, and they can be bad. And sometmes you have to try different meds--or combinations of meds--to get a winner. Like I said, close communication with your provider is critical.

There are so many good meds out there, nobody should suffer depression and/or anxiety without giving meds a chance anymore. Yes, behavioral therapy works to an extent, but if you've got messed up/wonky brain chemistry, then you need dem drugs! Kinda like how a diabetic needs insulin. Meds can be a lifesaver. And I mean that in quite the literal sense.

Just my .02...