Evening all.
Tapping nails on table waiting for me cup of tea. tappity tap tap.
Now then Questy me darling. Drinking and depression go hand in hand, but what I have learnt is that taking anti-depressants while continuing to drink does sweet feck all. I actually found after the first month or so AF I needed nothing just me supps.
Unfortunately August 2010 I could feel old familiar feelings of depression come creeping back. Happened after the death of my uncle, a dear friend and basically our finances went totally belly up. Oh and finally getting menopausal didn't fill me with joy either (thanks again to Ringing Cedars for the recommendation of Black Cohosh). Any way took meself orf to the docs as I could also feel the need for booze rearing it's ugly head as well. Very low dose of anti- depressant (if some one calls them 'happy pills' I'll take their head off) and although I can still have my low days I'm fine.
Bit of a natter with your doctor, a very long wait for an NHS counsellor, giving alcohol the boot and you'll be grand. It has been decreed.
I have been very down on occasion especially at your age with the young kids, husband that I couldn't talk to and by the way I almost left him at one stage but decided to carry on. Prolly why I turned to booze at home. He still doesn't talk but I am stronger now and don't need his input - I can talk to friends.
I'm not in a good place but bear with me ????
Keeping it simple. Keeping it real.
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