Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Bad Times

I have hit a low point.  As low as just before I found out I was pregnant with Finn.  I haven't been this bad in that long.  And it hit like a ton of bricks.  I don't know how to get past it except breathe and take each moment as it comes.  The panic is overwhelming.  The sadness breathtaking.  It's like all of a sudden the meds just STOPPED WORKING.

I know one trigger is that the new job has been delayed in starting and therefore I'm not getting the income I planned on so now money is on the table again.  Money does it every time.  But this time is really bad.  Scary bad.

I just had to go to the bathroom at work and cry.  Oy. That's been a while. How long do I put up with it until I call the psychiatrist?


  1. Sweetie, call please call a psychiatrist. I feel for you so much, would talk help? I'm here and I think I understand.

  2. Gen, honey, you need to see a doctor before it gets any worse. We all care about you and want you to be safe.

  3. Yes I'd call immediately. Thinking of you.


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