Thursday, March 3, 2022 I saw an actual doctor. Not a nurse but a real MD. I was tested for dementia and thankfully, I am not facing that demon. We had a discussion about the things I'm going through, what I've battled and we have decided to put me back on Paxil. I hate being on medication but if I don't do something, my demons are going to kill me. I'm not strong enough to do this on my own. I've fought it for a very long time and I just don't have anything left in me. I took my first pill Saturday morning. I'm on a low dose so I'm hoping and praying that will be enough. It's going to take some time for these to kick in so I just need to hold on for a few more weeks. I can safely say, I'm terrified to find out just who I am. I've given myself up to everyone my whole life. How do I be someone I've never met? That in and of itself is almost enough to no take the pills. I will though. I can't fight the fight anymore. I swear, if it isn't one thing...it's another.
There are days I enjoy living my life. There are days I thoroughly hate it. Yesterday, while grocery shopping, I almost had a breakdown. Standing there in the aisle, I had to fight, with everything in me, to not start crying. Too much has been hitting me this month and I think I'm at the end of my rope. Beginning of the month, D's new wife sent me a text telling me to lose his number, email and address because I already had my chance with him. I laughed at the absurdity of everything she said in that text as it sounded like something a teenaged girl would write. I haven't wanted that man in almost 20 years, so, she is either highly jealous of his past and any woman he used to be interested in or is extremely insecure with herself and her relationship. Regardless of her mental state, I told her I was just catching up on life with him, but I will respect her request and not talk to him again. I've been told she has been married 4...