That woman in the mirror August 3, 2006
Posted by spacemom in : Depression, Spacemom , trackbackI wonder. Who am I? And when I say that, I really mean it in a very different way than the question people have asked for centuries.
I have been researching my drug options for handling the depression. It is getting worse on this higher dose of lexapro. Well, maybe not worse, but certainly not much better. My self worth is close to being in the red. I am leaning towards the second drug, cymbalta.
So who am I? Am I the sad person who starts to berate herself over silly things? Or am I the bold person who is willing to stand up for herself when medicated and well? Am I fucking with my soul and my karma by taking medication that stabilizes my mood? Am I the person who hates physical tough to the point that when my daughter decides to kiss my arm (20 times in a row) I want to fling her into a wall? Or am I the mom who loves to hug and snuggle my kids?
At what point are we ourselves and at what point are we simply a chemical experiment?
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That is deep.
Maybe you should ask, who do you want to be? And what do you need to take (or not take) to acheive that?