I had about 4 good days. In a row.
It was magical.
Seriously can't explain how it felt.
Then yesterday hit like an express train. It was a train wreck. Baby B had just had a couple of off days in a row and yesterday put me way past my breaking point. If I was a cursing woman, it would have sounded like a bunch of sailors were storming around my house.
As it was, I couldn't help but yelling a bit as HH and I drove to my therapy appointment. Not necessarily at HH. I just was so mad.
I have mixed feelings about how effective, or not that made our therapy appointment. My therapist thought it was great timing. At least I felt a little less stressed and angry when it was over.
HH and I came home and got the kids in bed and then just chilled with a movie. I felt better. Until I had a meltdown at bedtime, convinced that the next few days will be nightmares and I might not make it through.
Fortunately, HH just held me in bed until I fell asleep. That always helps me feel safe and secure.
And I woke up this morning feeling a bit more optimistic about things. A walk/jog (easing in slowly, even if it's tortuous) helped further that optimism.
Then, an interesting and helpful appointment with my psychiatrist. We actually spent the vast majority of that appointment discussing Baby B, but that is part of a story that will most likely make its way into a future post all its own. But, he also helped to reassure me that this new medication should help with the fallout from the stress of recent months that is most troubling to me lately.
I realize that last sentence was worded a little awkwardly. I'm not changing it.
And then lunch with a friend who has been a lifesaver these past months, over and over again.
I'm going to pull through, folks. I really think I will.