Surviving...

Well readers, I'm rounding out my third week of school, and so far so good.  I fell a little bit behind due to my first cold in almost a year and a half, but I am gallantly making my way back into being on top of my school work.  Work is going fine.  It makes for a bit of juggling, but it keeps me on my toes, and I appreciate that to be honest.  Sky and I had an opportunity to have a whole weekend alone, which was magnificent.  I got to make dinner for my husband and be an awesome little wifey.  I loved it.  Walking all over the house in my undies is awesome.  We are apartment hunting later this afternoon, so that little taste I had over the weekend of what married life really could be will be an every day reality.  My own kitchen, where I know where everything is.  I can't wait!  I love cooking and baking.

I love embracing my weirdness.  I've really let it hang out since I've been with Sky, and since we've been married it has really been great.  He loves me.  Even my weirdness.  All of it.  And I love him and all of his weirdness too.  I don't think I have ever been quite this happy in my life.  Not even as a kid.

However, I went off of one of my psychotropic medications a few weeks ago.  It was the longest week of my life.  I got dizzy and paranoid, and I felt so...ugly.  Every day was worse than the previous.  I finally had to call the pharmacy and get it filled.  By the end of the night I felt less dizzy.  Two days later I felt calm.  Then I felt happy and normal.

I'm so happy for better living through chemistry.

There is no shame in antidepressants.

Keep it real readers.