*sigh* You guys. *sigh*
I’ve been in therapy for a couple of months and my therapist suggested I see a psychologist for a medication evaluation. I knew this day would come.
Part of me is like, “Sweet! Finally! I can be a functioning member of society again!”
Another part of me is like, “Nooooo! I am Scroogy! I can handle this ON MY OWN!!”
A third part of me is hiding under a blanket and refusing to acknowledge it.
I’m trying to just let the idea sink in a bit. Trying not to have unrealistic expectations for pharmaceuticals. Trying not to feel like I’m surrendering to the big, bad, Dark Side.
I have an inkling that I’ll have more motivation to get out of the house, off the couch, to step away from the TV or my laptop and really live. I hope that I’ll be a better, more present and focused Mommy.
But what if I don’t, Peeps?
What if it’s NOT clinical depression and it’s just that I suck as a human being?