I'm eyeball deep in depression. I know a lot of it has to do with my great idea to get off Prozac. I've been on anti-depressants for 10 years. I was thinking that it is part of the reason why I don't care about anything anymore. I've been emotionless and seeking self gratification without remorse for a long time. I know it's bad but I just don't care. I wanted to get off the Prozac so I can retrieve my conscience. Hell, maybe that's exactly what I've got going on here. I've been off Prozac for a week and a half and I've got all kinds of feelings going on. Fuck, I'm so confused. I should just dive head first into a sidewalk.
Hubby is on vacation this week. I woke up this morning and found him on the couch sleeping. After my normal bathroom routine I walked into the bedroom to find him in bed. Great. Sleep on the couch until I leave and then go to bed. What does that say to you? It says to me that I cried all the way to work. Jerk.
Hubby is on vacation this week. I woke up this morning and found him on the couch sleeping. After my normal bathroom routine I walked into the bedroom to find him in bed. Great. Sleep on the couch until I leave and then go to bed. What does that say to you? It says to me that I cried all the way to work. Jerk.
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