I love my H. I do. It's our 4th Anniversary today. I couldn't care less.
So much shit going on in my lyfe right now, the biggest being my depression. I've been on the same meds for years now and I feel as if they have stopped working. Trying to find a psychiatrist to help me with my meds AND is in my insurance network AND is accepting new patients is a joke.
H doesn't really get that I can't just talk to him about whatever is bothering me and feel better. He doesn't question me being on meds or seeing my therapist but he doesn't really get the process either.
All that to say halp me snap out of it for tonight. Or is it just a fake it till you make it kind of thing?
I am right there with you hon. We just had our two year anniversary and I have so much going on that I didn't really care. We went out to eat but no gifts. My H doesn't understand my depression either. He thinks it's something I can just "think" away. "Just don't let it get to you" is what he says. So I feel you on that completely. When my Cymbalta didn't seem to be working very well, my Dr upped the dose and that helped a lot. Since my insurance didn't want to pay for Cymbalta because it's hella expensive, I'm on Effexor now, which doesn't work as well. So I have a lot more bad days than I did before. Sorry, didn't mean to make it about myself but I know where you are coming from.
I finally have an appointment with a psychiatrist at the end of this month so bright horizons and all.
I think we're going out for Chinese tonight with the boy. H has been hinting at sex all day today. I may have to have a couple saki bombs to get in the mood. Not that there's anything wrong with that.