Yesterday Depression shouldered his way into our day and nearly ruined it. Well, he ruined the first half for sure as I ended up suicidal and in bed. That afternoon the hubs encouraged me into the shower and while I refused to eat, he made me eat and we went out to finish the Christmas shopping. We had had plans of going to see the new Star Wars but BB was too sick for daycare (in our opinion) and I was... incapable.
In the end it wasn't total loss. We ended the day on a much better note than we started. I think emailing my psychiatrist that morning set me into a slide. I had a couple incidents where I felt impulses to do harm to BB not just the thoughts and it really freaked me out. Feeling my lack of progress so keenly was quite upsetting.
Planning to get active today and get Fio out on a walk-we'll see how many bigger dogs he frightens this time! Also want to hit the Y before I make some peppermint bark and do some chores. I think every new mother should get a massive washer/dryer cuz keeping up with laundry now is an Olympic event.
Oh. Off risperidone and up on lamictal. Woo.