So a month has gone by, feeling better, about a week or two ago, I restarted my lexapro. The truth of the matter, I am an anxious person and worry a lot, modern life and me just don't get along, so for the near future I will be on my SSRI. I have already started feeling better. Maybe it is placebo, but basically my brain worries less when on the meds, and worry was/is killing me. I want to be happy for my kids and family's and my sake.
Construction on the back deck starts this week, so that is exciting, FINALLY! Relief from the damn rain and the leak.
Also, need to finish taxes.
Mom is coming today, omg not looking forward to that, she comes and makes it all about herself. Selfish.
My sister is milking my mom to the tune of 5k per month, I try not to think about that, no comfort to be had there.
Lucy is giving birth next week - wow things are going to change around our house! I think she will enjoy the 6 weeks off though... and a baby is cute to snuggle.
Work is interesting, interesting I've done this now for almost 7 years... is this what my life is? Yes it is, I talk to people each day, read books, play video games, go home work out, hang with kids, go to sleep rinse repeat. Life is interesting, monotonous, but my life is better than my parents and grandparents could ever be.
I dream of retirement. But now feeling better about it and no longer depressed, progress not perfection.