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??