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Depression.

I’ve struggled with the big ugly D word for all of my adult life. I never talk about it. I never tell anyone. I don’t even think my Inlaws or any extended family know. {They do now!}

After I had Travis 9.5 years ago I was overwhelmed with Postpartum Depression. I took antidepressants for about a year, and then was able to pull myself together and get off the antidepressants.

Two and a half years later Kinsey was born. Same drill. Postpartum Depression and antidepressants.

But this time, after a year, I got too depressed when I stopped the antidepressants. So I went back on them.

And that has been my life since. Every few years I’ll start feeling well enough to stop the drugs, then ::BAM:: I’m in bed with no energy to move or get up.

I don’t get suicidal-depressed. It’s never that bad. But I just get in a funk. I’m either mean and onry, or I’m just really really sad. For no reason. At all.

I’ve tried dozens of different antidepressants, but I always go right back to the same one. And the weird thing is, I have to take it a specific way, or it just doesn’t work as well. It has to be the generic from of the drug {weird, I know} and I have to take two 150mg pills in the morning, not one 300mg pill. If I migrate away from this dosage, I’m a wreck on the couch with the ice cream watching reruns of Friends episodes all day every day.

I am pretty indifferent about having to take antidepressants. Some people will do anything to not take them. Some people try their whole lives to get off of them. Me? I’d rather just take two little light blue pills each morning and have a great happy day.

I’ve accepted the depression, that I will probably always struggle with it. I haven’t rolled over and let it win, but I’ve just accepted it. And a little pill in the morning is far easier than fighting off the sadness with energy drinks and Diet Dr Pepper.

I guess it was easier for me to accept this life sentence because of my family history. It’s plagued with depression and Bipolar (I’m not Bipolar, btw Thank God). And from what I know about depression, it tends to be more prominent in families that already have it, so I’d accepted the fact that I may have it before I ever even had the first sign.

So, ya. I have depression. And I take medication for it, and will probably continue to take medication for it the rest of my life.

And even on medication, some days are still bad. Some days I wake up fine, and then all it takes is something that makes me doubt myself and I’m sulking the rest of the day. So it is today. Today I am sad. Today I’m sitting on the couch sulking. Not crying, just not wanting to get up and do anything.

Tomorrow will be a better day. Maybe this afternoon will even be better, but today, right now, it’s here. And at least I’m typing on the computer instead of drowning my sorrows with bag of chips or a bowl of ice cream.

xoxo, Allison

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