I have come to the conclusion that my antidepressants are making me depressed. These emotional breakdowns in the parking lot after work are starting to become a frequent event. Then an hour later when I’m all puffy eyed and my head is throbbing, I wonder why I feel so sad. I don’t have anything to be sad about. Yeah life is a little tough, and my days aren’t always filled with sunshine and rainbows but I should be a stronger than those bad days. But I’m not. Lately I have been feeling defeated. By what? My own emotions. I let too many people control how I feel. I’m working on getting my life back. Just be patient with me.
I’m a hot mess.
Stay Classy Assholes.