So, as it turns out, I fell into a depressive slump around the beginning of December. I didn't think about suicide, but I was very listless and felt like I was just all-around worthless. I know none of that is true, but I couldn't stop myself from feeling that way.
I've thought about going to a doctor about this as it's happened two or three times before. Well, this time I went and she prescribed me Escitalopram (the generic drug for Lexapro). It's an SSRI and is in the same class as Zoloft. The first week was pretty rough, but after the medication started doing its work, things got better.
Now, I can really tell the difference. When I get worried now, it's much easier to push it off and doesn't stick with me like it used to. That's sort of how I always felt it should be, so I suppose I always kind of knew something wasn't right. I still get pretty worked up about sleep, especially when I know I won't get to bed before 10, but the next day is usually easier to handle than it has been in the past.
I just hope my wife will continue to forgive me if I have to go home at 9. I'm still in the fight, and I just got me some big guns. Thanks, science!
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