About 2 1/2 weeks ago, I went back on Prozac. My irritability was getting out of control, and I didn’t like how I took it out on my kids. It wasn’t their fault, and yet I found myself yelling at them about the smallest things.
I told my kids I was going to start taking some medicine to help me, and that I should be feeling better by Cameron’s birthday. Her birthday was yesterday (pics of her cake to come later), and she remembered what I had said. Last night she told me I said I would be feeling better by her birthday. And she can tell.
That makes it all worth it.