Usually I'm one of those people who try and pull themselves up by their own bootstraps. But between the stresses of this move and adjusting to staying at home full time, and and and... I've let my antidepressant prescription run out.
I know I should take better care of myself, I know. But I'm also a classic depressive in the sense that I'm horribly neglectful when it comes to taking my medicine. I feel better for a while, and then it just falls by the wayside. Being unmedicated and depressed is exactly like riding a rollercoaster. You get a nice high before a sickening, nauseating plunge. So a trip to the clinic on base is in order. Until then, feel sorry for my hubby! Crying women are a Marine's kryptonite.
Sometimes being a mom makes it so, SO hard to put yourself first. I spend day after day putting the Kid and the Hubby on the top of my to-do list. Most of the time the things that I need (need, not want!) fall through the cracks. I feel especially guilty when I have to buy new clothes, underwear, or (God forbid) shoes. It's not like I'm buying designer labels, it's Walmart or Tarjay for goodness sakes! All I can see as I walk through the store is how much food such and such a thing could buy me, how the Kid or the Hubby really needs this thing or that.
So if I can't even stomach buying clothes for myself, it's easy to reason away the need to take the time for a doctor's appointment. I just have to keep repeating my mantra "If you love your child you will take care of her mother, if you love your child you will take care of her mother..."