I've been posting about how positive things have been. The therapy went well. Things were turning around positively. I am in a great relationship. My coping skills for anxiety and depression have been working.

Well, I have a chink in my armour right now. I'm sure more than one of you deal with the same situation.

I am upset that I have gained weight. I had been doing really well in the Fall and managed to lose 15lbs. Just before Chrismas my medications were added to with Citalopram and since then I have ballooned; gaining back the weight and then some.

This is hard for me. I once lead a very physically active lifestyle so I am disappointed in myself. For the first time in my life I am self conscious about my physical appearance. It sounds incredibly self-centred but I find my weight gain humiliating. Frankly I feel terrible.

So too does this remind me and reinforce my sadness about what I have lost because I am sick. My mental illness has come at great personal cost.