Yesterday, I was feeling pretty odd: my stress level was very high, I often felt like crying for no particular reason, I was convinced I was doing something wrong at work and my manager wasn’t happy with my performance. Like having PMS, but it’s the wrong time in my cycle for that.
Then I remembered that my psychiatrist and I had agreed to lower the dosage of my anti-depressants (Zoloft). Ah-ha! Now I know what’s going on.
The decision to reduce my meds is multi-faceted. First, I’m doing really well and it’s a good time to juggle such things. Second, I’ve gained a lot of weight because of the anti-depressants and it’s making me depressed (not really optimal, is it?). Third, I know I need to support my brain, but I would like to do so with the least amount of medication possible. It just makes sense to reduce or eliminate meds when and where possible, noting that it’s likely that I will be on some form of medication for the rest of my life.
It’s a good feeling when my psychiatrist says to me “You are doing great–what a difference from the first time I met you!” Yay me!
And then, the universe provides.
Just this morning, an email went out at work. The company is sponsoring an eight-week walking fit program, including a free pedometer, with online tracking et al. Now one thing I know is that a regular exercise program (walking 30-minutes a day) is one of nature’s most effective anti-depressants, besides being a fundamental component of a weight-loss program.
Of course I signed up! It starts April 2 and in the process of chatting with the team admin assistant about it, I now have a walking buddy to work with!
I can do this. I am doing this, and I’m taking good care of myself in the process.
Now that’s a win!