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It's getting closer and closer to the one year anniversary of my father's death, and with every approaching day I find it harder and harder to keep trudging on. I'll keep on, because I don't have any other choice, but this is unpleasant. At the drug store today, the girl at the counter mentioned to me how much her father loves the chocolate-covered cherries I was buying (gotta keep eating those feelings) and I just smiled and said something about how my father loved them too. Then I went out to the car and put my head on the steering wheel for a minute or so to force everything back together.
I had lost about 35lbs on Welbutrin while I was taking it (and I've gained probably 15 of it back since quitting), but going back on that medication--which helped my mood and my weight at the cost of being constantly on the verge of throwing up for eight months--isn't an option for me right now, because I don't have enough sick time to tinker with dosages and side-effects and the like.
Keep on, right?
I had lost about 35lbs on Welbutrin while I was taking it (and I've gained probably 15 of it back since quitting), but going back on that medication--which helped my mood and my weight at the cost of being constantly on the verge of throwing up for eight months--isn't an option for me right now, because I don't have enough sick time to tinker with dosages and side-effects and the like.
Keep on, right?