Well, just what the title says... It's been rough...especially the past month or more. Lots of emotions that I can't control, mostly because I switched from cymbalta to Wellbutrin and the withdrawal from no cymbalta is hell. I'm sure I'm not on enough Wellbutrin yet either. Everything is a big emotional event for me. All my walls are up. My pain levels are massive. I can hardly stand this. And the thought of winter just beginning is really getting me down too. I'm in that "everybody hates me" mode. Paranoid thoughts and every little thing that goes wrong is the end of the world! I hate feeling like this, especially when I know I don't have to. It's totally my meds screwing with me. It's better now than it was a month ago, though. (When I had to put my cat down. She was very ill.) I guess I will hold on to the thought, it will get better, because it has already. I'm better enough now to at least blog about it. Maybe that is the twinkle of light I see at the end of this long darkness. I can only hope. Thank God I have such an understanding husband...anyone else would have given up on me by now!
Next week I get to have more pain relief injections in my back. That will help a lot too and get me through the holidays so I can make it to all of the family parties.
Pain levels have been as high as 9 and my tolerance isn't what it use to be before injections. I'm becoming a wuss.
If there's anyone out there that reads my ramblings, please say a little prayer for me. I will pray for all my readers. <3
I hope you have a happy Thanksgiving.
