I went to the doctor yesterday and it turns out that I have postpardem depression again. Whoopie! *sarcasm* So, I've started taking Zoloft again. It did really help me out when I went through this with Faith. It seems more severe this time, but that's probably because I'm going through it right now and don't have clear memories of 7+ years ago.
Also I've decided to get an IUD, in the hopes that it will spur my love life into new heights (actually any heights would be appreciated...lol).
So, hopefully not too many strangers are viewing our blog at this point, but if they are truly strangers there's no reason for me to be concerned or embarrassed in any degree.
Here's a poem that expresses just how much I really care about other people's opinions right now:
I do
Not consider
Your ideas
About me
To be
Worth my
Time to
Worry about
I have
Plenty of
My own
Things to
Obsess about
Take a
Long hike
And fix
Your own
Life's problems
There. That was satisfying, although it doesn't really apply to anyone, since noone is really judging me. Well, just in case. There it is. LOL
I'm sorry you're going through ppd again! So not fun!! We might all literally be feeling your pain. ;-)
ReplyDeleteAccording to Martha Beck, research shows that people only pay about 50% as much attention to you as you think they do. Is that comforting? LOL. And she found that if she purposefully lived larger X2, meaning for example that if she talked twice as loud as she thought she should, said twice as much as she thought she should, etc, that the result was more positive than she expected because being that way made people feel more free to be themselves around her. Maybe that's Fours secret. :-)
LOL... I think you may be right!
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