It's been nearly I week since switching back to the real deal. I think the brand name wellbutrin (non generic) keeps my appetite under control and is starting to clear my head. I don't graze as much or get an extra helping. I'm not get those crazy cravings. My mood is better today than it has been for quite awhile.
Soul searching, I've become aware of what a martyr I really am, sabotaging my own happiness. It has to stop. I worked at recovering positive memories while waiting for a good nights rest to claim me last night. I think that helped. My memory isn't an easy access, nothing at the forefront during the time I've been medicated. I think the stuff before that I engraved in my mind so its harder to forget.
I'm having a horrible time with what I assume to be asthma lately. I'm just not getting air without that heaviness in my chest. I'm so drugged or groggy that I can't remember what I'm doing (thus being diverted), what show I was watching during a commercial, answers to questions I've asked. I didn't take my xanax today, and I still find myself tired. Caffeine isn't cutting it these days.
Time for a nap or energy drink. What do you think?
Oh, Amelie sends her lickity kisses to those who are wondering how she's been. The new dog (Speckles) has Ams back up a bit. Her attention has been elsewhere, while she tends to her rival. As mom, I've been busy reffing the two since my last blog entry.