Honey, I’m home!

I took a little mini-vacation from being online for a few days. I’ve been a little off, a little busy, and a little sick, and that all combines to make Amaya a very cranky girl who was too lethargic to even bother getting online except to check email she didn’t want to see.

That said, I started taking happy pills. Thus far, all they’ve done is made me a little sleepy. I suppose they’ve levelled me off a bit, but that’s not saying much. Postpartum depression sucks, folks.

I was on anti-depressants and anti-anxiety pills in my early twenties. They helped me through a rough time, gave me all the tools I needed to do things to bring myself out of the hole or the high when it was necessary. It was really, really hard for me to admit that I needed something again. It’s been a long time. But they say that postpartum depression is a real thing, and after so many months, I’m inclined to agree.

Here’s to hoping that I’m medicated for a few months, can wean myself off, and live a normal life, medication-free. I’m not a big fan of pumping brain-altering chemicals (other than alcohol and the occaisional necessary painkiller) into my system. We’ll see, I suppose.