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Me too, Nat. 9 years ago. I think it's the "rock" thing. If ya need a pill, go get some pills. Life is too short to suffer more than necessary.
AMEN! I can tel you too, when I stop taking them because I think I'm better or ok-the old feelings start coming back and I turn into a bit%$-so Its a very small dose but does the trick--I am an insomniac too with a VERY busy brain and I cant sleep because I dream about stressful things all night so I have to take Lunesta--I love that medicine-its such a gift from the happy place
Im not ashamed to admit any of it either-
I agree with everything you all are sharing. I recently (in Jan) began taking "happy pills". I was really down on myself for needing them and now I wish I had done so months ago. Our family has been through a forced resignation (hubby was a pastor in a very tough church environment), home loss (we were in a parsonage), son going to Iraq, severe financial stress as hubby's job he found petered out last year, and a 5 year old who has major heart needs and a liver transplant but can't get either one fully corrected because of the condition of the other. I have just recently been able to accept that the future we are hoping for for her may not happen and to enjoy whatever we get. But the point is that trying to hold everyone together in periods of high stress takes it toll on you. And that's what we women do. There's nothing wrong with saying, " I need a little help here, too." Like Nat, I suffer from insomnia for about 6 months now. I occasionally take something for that. These are things I never would have done a few months back. I've learned that long periods of stress can alter your body's physical ability to handle what you normally do just fine with.
Like Nat, I am not ashamed now. I am getting better. Between the meds, and this totally absorbing new hobby (addiction) and distraction I find here, things are getting better. But like my doctor said (family practice) when I told her what was going on with me, sometimes, no matter how much you tell yourself that you shouldn't be this way, or you can do better, you really can't. Your body adapts over time to the stress, and not always in positive ways. Sometimes it needs help getting back on track. Sometimes it's permanent. Sometimes it's temporary. I don't know which mine is yet. But I'm not sorry I asked for help. I needed it. I was just ashamed to admit it.
Sorry for going into all that. But I hope it helps.
Me too, Nat. 9 years ago. I think it's the "rock" thing. If ya need a pill, go get some pills. Life is too short to suffer more than necessary.
AMEN! I can tel you too, when I stop taking them because I think I'm better or ok-the old feelings start coming back and I turn into a bit%$-so Its a very small dose but does the trick--I am an insomniac too with a VERY busy brain and I cant sleep because I dream about stressful things all night so I have to take Lunesta--I love that medicine-its such a gift from the happy place
Im not ashamed to admit any of it either- I agree with everything you all are sharing. I recently (in Jan) began taking "happy pills". I was really down on myself for needing them and now I wish I had done so months ago. Our family has been through a forced resignation (hubby was a pastor in a very tough church environment), home loss (we were in a parsonage), son going to Iraq, severe financial stress as hubby's job he found petered out last year, and a 5 year old who has major heart needs and a liver transplant but can't get either one fully corrected because of the condition of the other. I have just recently been able to accept that the future we are hoping for for her may not happen and to enjoy whatever we get. But the point is that trying to hold everyone together in periods of high stress takes it toll on you. And that's what we women do. There's nothing wrong with saying, " I need a little help here, too." Like Nat, I suffer from insomnia for about 6 months now. I occasionally take something for that. These are things I never would have done a few months back. I've learned that long periods of stress can alter your body's physical ability to handle what you normally do just fine with.
Like Nat, I am not ashamed now. I am getting better. Between the meds, and this totally absorbing new hobby (addiction) and distraction I find here, things are getting better. But like my doctor said (family practice) when I told her what was going on with me, sometimes, no matter how much you tell yourself that you shouldn't be this way, or you can do better, you really can't. Your body adapts over time to the stress, and not always in positive ways. Sometimes it needs help getting back on track. Sometimes it's permanent. Sometimes it's temporary. I don't know which mine is yet. But I'm not sorry I asked for help. I needed it. I was just ashamed to admit it.
Sorry for going into all that. But I hope it helps.
