Ick. As much as I didn't want to, I decided to talk with my doctor about going back on an antidepressant since the mood swings were getting unbearable and were starting to affect my work and personal relationships. I was weaned off Wellbutrin and Zoloft (generics) back in March, and was doing fine for a while.
So I started on the 50mg of Zoloft yesterday. Part one of my gripe is that I'm an idiot and took my first dose at 4pm in the afternoon. Even when I KNEW the first time I took Zoloft later in the day, I couldn't sleep for shit. So not only did I get 4 hours' sleep last night, but now I have nausea and headaches out the wazoo (and another not-so-pleasant symptom that kids on the playground used to sing about but I will not mention by name
) I know from Hemi's recent thread on sleep that there's some folks that need minimal sleep, but alas, I am not one of them. I'm chugging the coffee this morning, but that's not really helping the headaches/nausea so I gotta stop....hopefully this will only last a few days as my body adjusts. My vision also seems a bit blurry, but that might be because I'm wearing glasses to rest my eyes, and I always see better with contacts. Just thought I'd throw in some more whining while I'm here 
The other part of my gripe is certain people's perceptions of what it is to have depression. I was diagnosed withdysthymia at 14. In a nutshell, I have mild depression that can sometimes get out of control when certain events trigger it. Interestingly, my life is the best it's been for a while: I'm eating healthy, exercising regularly, have a good job, I'm going back to school part-time soon, and I have an amazing live-in SO.
"SO WHY ARE YOU DEPRESSED, GG??" Wish I could tell ya. I have been through some extremely tough shit in my life, so I feel a lot of guilt since I know there's many people who probably think I'm a whiny spoiled brat. It makes it that much harder to talk about, so I just get more isolated. My boyfriend also can't seem to understand why I "need to take pills to be happy." He's never been depressed before and just can't seem to understand. He thought I was doing fine without meds, and I was for a while. But it just got to a point where "fake it til you make it" was just NOT working. I can't concentrate at work, I'm anxious all the time, my mood would change for no apparent reason, and going out for social events and having to maintain a bubbly, "can-do" attitude at work DRAINED me emotionally. Which sounds ridiculous, doesn't it???!!! But it is what it is, and I'm sorry if other people think I'm weird or if I need to have some traumatic event in my life happen to "make" me depressed.
I've only told a select few coworkers and friends (including my SO, of course) about my situation, and they all seem to be perplexed and say "Whyyyy?" when I tell them that I had to go to the doctor for meds. Going to see a therapist soon, too.
Just thought I'd vent....having a rough day, sorry for the length!
So I started on the 50mg of Zoloft yesterday. Part one of my gripe is that I'm an idiot and took my first dose at 4pm in the afternoon. Even when I KNEW the first time I took Zoloft later in the day, I couldn't sleep for shit. So not only did I get 4 hours' sleep last night, but now I have nausea and headaches out the wazoo (and another not-so-pleasant symptom that kids on the playground used to sing about but I will not mention by name


The other part of my gripe is certain people's perceptions of what it is to have depression. I was diagnosed withdysthymia at 14. In a nutshell, I have mild depression that can sometimes get out of control when certain events trigger it. Interestingly, my life is the best it's been for a while: I'm eating healthy, exercising regularly, have a good job, I'm going back to school part-time soon, and I have an amazing live-in SO.
"SO WHY ARE YOU DEPRESSED, GG??" Wish I could tell ya. I have been through some extremely tough shit in my life, so I feel a lot of guilt since I know there's many people who probably think I'm a whiny spoiled brat. It makes it that much harder to talk about, so I just get more isolated. My boyfriend also can't seem to understand why I "need to take pills to be happy." He's never been depressed before and just can't seem to understand. He thought I was doing fine without meds, and I was for a while. But it just got to a point where "fake it til you make it" was just NOT working. I can't concentrate at work, I'm anxious all the time, my mood would change for no apparent reason, and going out for social events and having to maintain a bubbly, "can-do" attitude at work DRAINED me emotionally. Which sounds ridiculous, doesn't it???!!! But it is what it is, and I'm sorry if other people think I'm weird or if I need to have some traumatic event in my life happen to "make" me depressed.
I've only told a select few coworkers and friends (including my SO, of course) about my situation, and they all seem to be perplexed and say "Whyyyy?" when I tell them that I had to go to the doctor for meds. Going to see a therapist soon, too.
Just thought I'd vent....having a rough day, sorry for the length!
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