It is okay to admit I need help
Well, despite what a fun day Valentine's Day was, when night came, I found myself in the vile clutches of insomnia. I don't know if I've mentioned it much in this journal, but this is not an isolated incident. I experienced insomnia during finals last semester and it has been recurrent ever since. Happening a bit more frequently lately and I think it is a mix of depression and anxiety.
I've decided to take action.
Tomorrow morning I am going to the doctor and having a conversation about getting back on Zoloft. I was on it previously with good results and I think it is something worth investing my student loan and/or tax refund money in. Really, I never should have gone off it, but I simply didn't have the funds. I will dare to say that if I had stayed on Zoloft, or gone back on it much earlier, recent events might have unfolded differently. But I will not dwell on it because that's pointless. I will just move forward and get back on my meds and hopefully it will help pave a brighter future.
I know it won't solve all my problems, but I am going to be optimistic about treatment. Now if only I had some health insurance.
I've decided to take action.
Tomorrow morning I am going to the doctor and having a conversation about getting back on Zoloft. I was on it previously with good results and I think it is something worth investing my student loan and/or tax refund money in. Really, I never should have gone off it, but I simply didn't have the funds. I will dare to say that if I had stayed on Zoloft, or gone back on it much earlier, recent events might have unfolded differently. But I will not dwell on it because that's pointless. I will just move forward and get back on my meds and hopefully it will help pave a brighter future.
I know it won't solve all my problems, but I am going to be optimistic about treatment. Now if only I had some health insurance.