Well update time. Haven't been back to doc yet - rescheduled due to conflict with work schedule. Gotta say, LOVE the citalopram. In the past month / 6 weeks, have had baby brother go to jail, found out all kinds of bad stuff going on in house where he and his dad (my step dad) live, hubby's aunt died, work continues to be a grind, driving to work / home from in white-out snowy conditions, ran out of time to appeal disability claim with no lawyer willing to help me fight (not enough medical records)......and I've walked right through all of it.

Normally I have to fight myself to remember to take meds....but all ready, my brain is doing a great job of reminding me to take 'em.

I did blow off attending the funeral of the aunt. I knew her, I liked her, I like (most) of my inlaws....I usually attend such things to support hubby....didn't today. Also, I turned in my resignation at work yesterday. Not beating myself up over either one. One of the reasons why I wish I could find a therapist I could afford (could have afforded when I was working) is, my concern about my poor decisions. But, this feels different. I feel like I've lived far too long doing what others thought I should do, and right now, I'm doing what I feel is right for ME. I may just be justifying bad decisions, can't tell, but really don't care right at this moment.