I know it’s not the done thing, but f@@k it, I’m doing it.
I’ve now done one whole week on reduced antidepressants for my PND and PTSD.
A week might not seem long to most, but if you’ve been “blessed” with the mental torture that is depression and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder then you know just how long a week can be.
168 hours where I have been on reduced meds.
And I haven’t broke.
I haven’t succumbed to the darkness
The negativity hasn’t stolen the joy that is in my life
Not nauseatingly so, I still had a good ol’ cry on Friday, but I was able to deal and process the emotions before they swamped me.
I’ve cherished the crazy hyperactivity that is mothering Ahren and Ethan.
I’ve loved the crazy unique relationship I have with hubs.
I’ve concentrated on what’s important, said ‘bollocks’ to what doesn’t matter and just enjoyed being me; Amanda, a mother, partner, sister, daughter and friend.
It’s so nice to enjoy being me again.