I’ve been having issues. Frankly, I’ve been thinking about antidepressants. For a while there, I cried a lot. Sometimes I still do, and I feel like I overreact to… well, the world. I’ve been having more than a few days where the world felt overwhelming, and where I felt like it was all just too much. I would never hurt myself, so nothing like that.
I talked to friends, who told me to get help if I thought I needed it. But how do I know if I need it?
I talked to my mom, who said I definitely wasn’t myself, and should get help. But what if this is the “new” me?
I talked to my Dad, who said that counselors are an unhelpful lot at best, and I’d probably be fine if I got more sleep. But how do I get more sleep with a baby at home?
Finally, I talked to my husband. He said I was fine, and would be even better if I took advantage of the nice Spring weather to get out of the house sometimes. He said we’d get the second car fixed this month so that I could visit friends every now and then. Then he stopped talking, wrapped his arms around me, and helped me remember that I AM still me. And I think I’m just fine.
God, I love that man.