The last couple months have been a bit of a slippery ride. I had a freak-out in February and ended up at the psychiatrist’s office. He bumped my Lex and put me on Abilify, which is an anti-psychotic, by the way. I think that officially makes be the craziest. Yassss… but I digress.
He put me on Abilify to combat the lack of motivation and energy. And it worked. Boy, did it work. I had energy to burn. I was churning out tax returns and cleaning out closets and doing yard work. And then I just… crashed. The first time I thought it was the Ambien. I had a horrible night’s sleep and had to take a “mental health” day from work. I thought it was a fluke. Until the second time. This time I went low, both physically and emotionally. You ever read about people with depression not being able to get out of bed? Yep, that was me. It was a weird kind of numb. I had to call in for a real mental health day. And the swing was intense. One day I’m up at 6 and the next I’m sleeping ‘til noon. My mood has been going up and down but it really went down that day.
You know, I should be worried sick about all the work on my desk but I’m just… not. I can’t care about a bit of it. On the one hand, I’m glad that I’m not worrying like I have in past years. On the other, I don’t have a lot of motivation to do returns. Eek.
I suspect the Abilify. That’s okay, we’ll get it straightened out. They say when you’re going through hell, keep going. And I will. I just have to navigate the wet floor for a while.