To be or not to be…Medicated *sigh* that is the question…

So I went to see my therapist today because as you can tell if you are a frequent flier here at MoodyMommi my moods have been all over the place.  I felt this was a good time to go see my life line Priscilla R.  I love her and if you are in the Chicagoland area and need the hook up I got you!  ;-)

Back to my mental state.

After an hour of me telling Priscilla that I have run all out of damns to give and just wanted to go hide in a dark room with a big box of wine and maybe a flashlight and good book she suggested I go see a psychiatrist to get assessed for clinical depression and to consider meds.

What the fuck??!!  Meds??

I was less than pleased to hear this recommendation.  I was pissed!!  But not at her per se but at the whole damn situation!

I don’t need meds, do I?  Well lets ask some questions.

Do I feel like doing anything? That’s a negative

Do I want to socialize? Not at all

Have I been eating and sleeping right? Who does?

Have I lost or gained weight? Why you all in my damn business?!

Are you overly emotional? I’m a WOMAN *insert side eye*

Is ANY damn thing bringing you joy? Does wine count?

Are you existing or living?? *pause*

Am I existing or living? humph… As hard as it may be to admit, I’m just coasting and barely doing that well.  However the idea of meds scares the shit out of me.  I have a very addictive and obsessive personality and although anti-depressive meds  are supposed to be non-addictive, still…

Plus I’m the MF-ing rock!!!  I don’t need any fucking MEDS!!!


I’m going to research psychiatrist in the morning and maybe ask Priscilla for a reference, I forgot to ask before I left her office.  *cough*


*sigh* What say you??

5 thoughts on “To be or not to be…Medicated *sigh* that is the question…

  1. Don’t knock ’em if you need ’em. But you decide if you need ’em girlie. Not anyone else. I remember when they offered me meds. I took them for a week and realized I can’t even remember my name some days; I’m not going to remember to take a pill every day.

    You wear many hats dear. And what you need is a hat that says ME on it. Wear that for about 20 minutes a day. It’s like an apple, it keeps the doctor away :)

  2. I was losing my mind 32 years ago. The Army gave me some drugs. Take them and you will be find. I did them for a short time. I was falling asleep. I quit taking any kind of medicine. Started to exercise and run. Cure all my problems. I had too much energy. Needed purpose and reason. Medicine is okay if a illness only repaired by pills and treatment. Most medicine do some damage also. A very interesting blog. I’m 54 years old. Take B-6 vitamin for old bones and tried to eat right.

    • I’m also looking for purpose and reason I’m hoping this blog helps. I used to love working out but now I can’t muster up much feeling for anything. I will go and get evaluated. If meds help me to get out of this funk and find joy again then I will take them. You give me a glimmer of hope that exercising and eating right IS the best medicine. Thank you for taking the time to respond. Meds don’t seem quite so scary, still scary but not as much!

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