Piles of pills. A never ending mountain of medication.
So, most of the side effects have worn off. I’m not waking up in the middle of the night with weirdly vivid dreams. I’m actually able to recall the words I want to use. Best part? I can type again! (Jenny can have an editing break, I think!)
But this still isn’t over. I’m still having problems sleeping, and I’m still not done with big bouts of anxiety. I am able to play games, and feel comfortable around the kids again though. It’s nice to be able to let my guard down at home, and know that I’m not going to snap at the kids, or Jenny. Of course, I’ve not actually snapped at anyone since the med change.. I just feel like I’m going to sometimes. But that has passed as well.
I’m ready to get back in the swing of things. But I’m taking it slow, so that I don’t get overwhelmed. My thanks to all of you. You are keeping me strong.
Finally—keep sending in letters to the Facebook page; I’d love to keep sharing anonymous stories with our followers.
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Rory