So on Tuesday I spent almost 30 minutes at my monthly psych appt rambling about everything that went wrong in the past 4 weeks. I kept screaming about how no one in my life is supportive, my husband is an idiot, I feel pressured to stay in my marriage due to not having a job right now, and etc. When all was said and done I finally agreed to go back on Celexa. I'm on 20mg daily and I'm feeling calmer, but I know that this life isn't for for me. I need to get a divorce, move back in with my parents, and start over. I'm no longer afraid of the consequences and the wrongness of my lifestyle is making me feel suffocated.
I'm sure my husband and I can stay friends, but he's not the man for me. I feel like I'm giving up on a dream that could possibly still come true. The spark is gone and who knows if it was really ever there. I'll call and talk to my mom tonight about my next move. My parents want me back (my dad is insisting I come back home). I guess the medication is working.
