It’s been quiet around this here blog for the last couple of days. That’s mainly because when I agreed to go on a radio show to talk about PPD, I decided I may as well really go nuts and post the link on Facebook (my personal page, not my blog page). So now a bunch more people know about this blog. I have no idea if they’re going to read it, but I’m aware they could. I don’t regret posting it – I’d been working up to it for a while – but I’m just feeling…pensive, I guess, about putting this out there.
I want to write about my visit to the psychiatrist, but I’m not really sure what to say about it. The short version is that I have a new prescription. Two, actually, and I’m feeling a little weird about sharing the details right now. I will, though.
The longer version would involve a lot of things I’m not really ready to write about yet. Partly because of that whole Facebook confession thing, but also because I’m really not sure what I think about all this yet.
What I do know is that I’ve spent that last couple of days wishing life had a reset button. It doesn’t, so I’m still reconciling myself to having to go the long way.
