During the next two weeks there were moments when I was pretty sure I was dying, but having those extreme withdrawals just made me realize how powerful the drug was. The worse I felt the more I wanted it out of my system. I flushed the remainder of the pills down the toilet – I didn’t trust myself. Withdrawals felt like torture… I was starting to miss being depressed.

It took about three weeks before I felt confident that what I saw in front of me actually existed. By week five both headaches and nightmares have stopped. I started and still continue taking my vitamin cocktail. I try to exercise and Dennis helps with night feedings so I could get more sleep. I went to a couple of therapy sessions with a different shrink but eventually I stopped that too. Nothing she said was comforting and most of it I’ve already heard before. I wasn’t sure if I could do it by myself, but I honestly felt I was my only hope.

The progress was slow and almost unnoticeable – just putting one leg in front of the other and trying not to look ahead… I was afraid I won’t see the finish. At this moment when I’m typing this I feel like I’ve escaped. This time… You know that tingling you get in your arms when you barely avoided what could have been a terrible accident? Yes, that.

I’ve been feeling pretty strong and stable for a few months now. I don’t know if it was due to the exercise and vitamins  or if it just went away naturally… What I did was neither profound or insane, I just did what felt right for me at that particular moment.

(Now is probably a good time to insert a disclaimer about how I am not a doctor and you shouldn’t try this at home…)

The other day we rented ”How to Train Your Dragon”  (which is probably not the best movie for a two year old, but she is really into all things slimy and gross). And it got me thinking that depression is my dragon, my  inner monster, the beasts that I need to learn to live with. I don’t look at it as good or bad (anymore) – it’s just another dimension of who I am.

Today I feel stronger and healthier than ever. Fingers crossed it lasts.

Because…

… if this continues she will think her birthday lasts for weeks.

It wasn’t happiness. It was better. I started to feel OK. Not happy, not unhappy… just even, content and zen about everything. I was a believer! Go magic pills! Everybody should take them! Just sprinkle them on your cereal in the morning and off you go to make the world a better place!

Just kidding.

But only because it didn’t last long. After about a week of OK I started slipping back… Called my Dr. FeelGood just to see if it was normal. Yes, turns out – very normal and all I had to do is increase the dosage. More happy pills? Don’t mind if I do, doc!

I got better, but never quite as good as I did after the first three weeks of starting Zoloft. But even that didn’t last, so I called again. Was told to increase the dosage, again. That went on for a couple more months. Until finally the dosage got so big I started having horrid nightmares, sweats and waking up in the middle of the night sobbing. I felt somewhat ok during the day, but was dreading the nights. Guess what the doctor offered? Another pill that is usually given to patients with heart problems to help them deal with night terrors and sweats.

A pill to deal with the side effects from another pill? Of course my liver might fail, a possible blood clot here or there, glowing teeth and an urge to stab myself are all common side effects of the drug… but yay for no more nightmares! Talk about winning!

That was the day I started to care… because it became very obvious that my doctor didn’t. I spent the next two days in front of my computer reading everything and anything about the PPD. The more I read the more I got convinced that I wanted to try a more natural treatment.

And before I go any further I feel like I need to clarify this – I am not against the medication and I truly believe some people need it and it is the best treatment option for them. I knew that one of the options was to try a different type of drug and I was going to do just that… AFTER I have tried a more natural way which is basically an overdose of vitamin B and other herbs.

And so against my caring doctor’s advice I went off the meds cold-turkey.

P.S. I’ve been getting a lot of questions about my PPD experience so I thought I would just write a short post and answer them all in here… I have no idea how this story is turning into a three post beast! Yes… there is part III.

P.P.S. And apologies for the most non-St.Patrick’s Day post ever.

Because…

.. bath-time is way more fun when you are two

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