This month was worse!
The week before Aunt Martha was to visit my doctor took me off of one medication and upped another. I forgot to take my antidepressant for two days. I was doing well and decided I didn't need the antidepressant anymore.
In a few days I was going through withdrawal and cycling from happy, crying, raging, confused, sad, depressed… and the cycle started all over. This pattern got worse over a course of a three day period. I finally realized I needed to start taking the antidepressant again. The day after I began my dosage I feel 100% better.
It is amazing what one little pill can do!
Now if that amazing pill could keep Aunt Martha from visiting!!!