Thursday, February 10, 2011

Struggling with the Winter Blues

One of the hardest parts of my disability is dealing with depression.  Depression also run on both side of my families, so I'm not sure how much is from the CP and how much is inherited.  I let my meds run out last week (I know, I know)  I'm  not against taking the med - they do help, but I feel guilty that I even have to take them  My father-in-law refers to them as my "Crazy Pills".  It makes me feels bad, like I'm not good enough; I'm not worthy to be  married to his son or/ and especially not worthy enough to be the mother of his grand kids.  I know this is not true and I over think things!  I just wish I could be normal.


  1. You are taking a good step by realizing you need your meds and by blogging about it.

    Do something funny like join my crazy sock party. Maybe you will get some smiles.

  2. Hope you feel happier soon... praying for you!

  3. I heard a quote (watching The Princess Diaries) that I have turned into my "mantra" It is "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." (originally said by Elenore Roosevelt) This has helped me a lot.

    Some people can just be so insensitive (no offense to your FIL). I am from a single parent family where the parent didn't (and still doesn't) believe in taking any type of medication. We never even took cough syrup. The adage was "A cold will last a week with medicine and 7 days without. So go without." I am supposed to take a medication for anxiety and PMDD (totally different reason for not taking it- no insurance until recently). I have never told my father that I take something. My daughter was medicated for ADD. He made us both feel so bad about it. Said I was drugging her up etc...

    Unfortunately these people don't realize how they make us feel when they do that.

    I would just politely express to FIL that the medication you take or don't take is none of his business and that you would appreciate him not to comment on it. (of course this didn't work in my case. I just decided to hide dd's meds while she was on them and wouldn't give it to her in front of my father. I just started keeping the bottles-hers and mine- in my room.)


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