I could feel the tendrils of depression grabbing at my feet last week but was hoping it would just go away. My hypo stayed very mild in December so I took a chance that the depression would stay mild as well. But it is not to be. Here I am laying In bed immobilized at 2pm. I am lucky I had a snow day today because I can't imagine going to work. I had a terrible morning with my son. I was so impatient and mean to him. He's only three. He doesn't know any better. I feel so guilty.

I can't imagine going to work tomorrow. I am going to have to take my meds again. I have to titrate the trileptal back up. I know if I take the Seroquel I should pull out of this in about four days but then I have to be willing to be completely exhausted for at least half the day. Can't win.

Guess I better search for a pdoc....was hoping I wouldn't need one again. Ah well. I definitely can't function like this. And I surely don't want to have to tell hubby what's happening without taking my meds, that will be the only thing he says - serves you right for stopping your pills. Suck it up, buttercup, and deal with it.

If I take the pills and they don't work at least I have a leg to stand on.

Back aboard the struggle bus...hopefully gettin off in a couple of days!