Wow, remember me everyone? Basically my life the past year can be summed up with 2 words - depression and anxiety. Back in November I finally started seeking more help (I was already on Zo.loft that I started taking while I was pregnant with Levi). Now I'm visiting a counselor but have yet to start seeing a psychiatrist due to a change in our insurance. I have an appointment with one scheduled for April 3. I switched meds to Cele.xa back in December (the switch was ROUGH, I experienced really bad withdrawals from the Zo.loft, one of the worst experiences I've ever had). I think the Cele.xa has helped the anxiety a lot, but the dosage I was on did nothing for the depression. Just a week and a half ago I visited my GP and she prescribed me a higher dosage. This past week has been a GOOD WEEK! The first I've had since before getting pregnant with Levi. I really hope it's the higher dosage Cele.xa working.
I just want to get better. I'm tired of having no energy. Of feeling unhappy. Of having anxiety attacks all the time. Of isolating myself from friends. Of not wanting to answer my phone. Of having mood swings and yelling at Evan for stupid reasons. Of feeling alone even though I'm physically almost never alone.
I want to start up my hobbies again. I want to start cooking meals again. I want to start working out again. I want to provide my kids with a healthy routine instead of half-heartedly playing with them one day and then the next putting them in front of the TV. I want to blog again!!!
So enough about that.... I don't think I've ever mentioned on here how absolutely freaking cute my youngest son is!!!! He's such a huge huge huge huge huge blessing. I don't understand how Matt and I were able to create such good, sweet, handsome little boys.






