I think it is most definetly my meds off. I'm coming off effoxor (just went down to 1/2 of a 37.5 today), starting up on lamotrigine (just went up yesterday).

And yes, it was a change with him. We were supposed to take off Friday to spend time together since he's been so stressed for so long, but he has to work (whereas I busted my hump at work today to take off).

The trouble is that I have a really hard time talking about things. It's like a waterfall. I open my mouth intending for a sentence to come out, and it's just a FLOOD of tears, statements that go round and round, and sentences that never end. It's overwhelming for me, but majorly so for him, because it's out of nowhere. He responds poorly, understandable, which just winds me up again.

So I really try to deal with these thoughts in-house, because it never seems to go well when I bring them out into the real world.

I really, really need to feel stable. I haven't been stable in 3 years. Misdiagnosed and the medication merry go round.