That last post is the last time I felt good. I stopped taking my anti-anxiety/depression pills in April, thinking I could do without them. I was WRONG. Things started to really decline in August and have gotten worse and worse. I have an appointment with the psychiatrist on Thursday.
My marriage is doing okay, but we've really had our ups and downs. Work is also okay, but is very stressful and exhausting. Just keeps getting busier and busier, which is good but so very draining. I still don't make enough money. Even my pets are stressing me out. The new bird I got doesn't get along with one of the others and it's such a pain in the ass to let them out. It used to be fun. The salt tank is not as perfect as it was before, I can't clean it every week like I used to. The cats are doing okay, but Stan had to go to the vet to get more teeth out again and it was very expensive.
All I can seem to do is think negative negative negative. I am tired all the time. I've managed to keep up a little exercising, but it is terribly hard. I can't stop feeling sorry for myself and thinking I'm a failure. I know I'll get through it. I must for my husband, friends and family... I just feel so alone.
Hoping the pills will help get rid of this pit in my stomach so I can get a little spirit back and start making the changes I keep putting off.
