Corri, honey, I respectfully suggest that you banish the thought "I hate meds." What's to hate about meds? They are modern miracles... from penicillin to cyclosporine, to insulin, chemotherapy, vaccines, all the AIDS drugs, asthma drugs... they are life savers. They are tools that people have learned to make from the natural resources on this planet and we can use them to enhance our lives. Right now this one tool is helping you. Rather than say you "hate" it, why not express a prayer of gratitude that this med exists, that you have the financial resources to take advantage of it, that you have a doctor who prescribed it. It's not a weakness or a failure to use a psychoactive drug to help balance your mental/emotional seesaw. In my book, there's no merit in "battling through on your own" when a tool is available, and you are clear-eyed about using it. It makes more sense to use zoloft than to down a bottle of Jack Daniels-- THAT'S medication, too.
I came home tonight and found one of my beloved cats dead on the patio in his little shelter. I had to go out and bury him alone in the dark under the full moon. (Bf is in town.) He was the sweetest cat with the most loving disposition... he loved to lick your hand... we'd say about him, "He takes a licking and keeps on licking"-- Oreo was his name. I cried while I buried him. Then I came in the house and did a sensible thing-- took 1/4 mg of xanax. That will help me sleep.
I had to go out and bury him alone in the dark under the full moon. (Bf is in town.) He was the sweetest cat with the most loving disposition... he loved to lick your hand... we'd say about him, "He takes a licking and keeps on licking"-- Oreo was his name. I cried while I buried him. Then I came in the house and did a sensible thing-- took 1/4 mg of xanax. That will help me sleep.
