A rush of pure fury

[rivka]

First read this post.

I used to just be sad in the morning, and after 11am I was okay. But in the last two weeks that okay period has been pushed back to 2pm and then to 5pm and now I am not ever okay. My nights are just as bad as my mornings. There isn’t a moment in the day that I look forward to. I don’t see an end to this cycle of stress, and I find myself asking much too often, “Why go on?”

Yesterday I saw a psychiatrist who prescribed me a combination of drugs. I wish that there were other ways that I could go about getting better, but you have to believe me when I say that this is way beyond herbal remedies or dietary changes. I exercise all the time and I have a very healthy diet (except for the pop tarts, but people, a woman needs her pop tarts). This situation is life-threatening. I am afraid of hurting myself. [...]

But there is one terrible drawback to this step I am taking toward sanity. The doctor told me that I have to wean Leta if I want to work up to therapeutic levels of these drugs. I have to stop breastfeeding in the next month.

Then read this response.

Comments

[nellorat.livejournal.com]

I agree 200%. (Clearly, the same Nellorat math that allows me to be all Womzilla's. all Supergee's, and all My Own Best Nellorat.) As I get older, I grow less worried about such rampant idiocy and more comfortable that people can probably see it for what it is. If the person it is directed at expresses doubt, or there seems to be similar effect but in collateral damage, then I can jump in with the best of 'em. Otherwise, why get in a pissing match with a skunk?