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I'm getting better all the time....

Me used to be a angry young man Me hiding me head in the sand
You gave me the word
I finally heard
I'm doing the best that I can.
I've got to admit it's getting better
A little better all the time
I have to admit its getting better since you've been mine
Getting so much better all the time
It's getting better all the time

~Getting Better by the Beatles

Okay, it's been one month since I started my antidepressant medication and I have to tell ya...life's good. My home life has been much happier and my relationships with my hubby and kidlets are getting better and better. A few weeks ago, my husband and I stayed true to our word and had a "date night". We had dinner followed by a movie. We laughed, connected, and mainly talked about the kids all night. I didn't mind though because, compared to our usual conversations about how crazy the boys make us, this time we took turns marvelling at how wonderful they are. The evening was light, happy, and relaxing. We plan to have a date night at least once every two weeks...if not every week.

I had my second counselling meeting this past Monday and since I'm limited to only six sessions (due to the nature of the program) we have decided I will complete an assignment before my next visit which will be to develop a "crisis plan". The plan is to be a list of the symptoms my husband and mother (since they have the most contact with me) are to keep an eye out for that may indicate I am slipping back into an unwell state of mind. The plan will also include a number of community resources they can contact so that they can get me the help I need. See, a big part of the reason it took me so long to get help for my postpartum depression and anxiety/depression was that neither my hubby nor mom knew who to contact or where to turn. My husband often asked me, "What can I do?" and I didn't know how to answer. With my crisis plan in place no one will need to ask me anything...they'll be able to pick up the phone and make the necessary call(s).

Though I was feeling anxious about the possibility of slipping back into my old patterns of thinking/behaviour, I feel better now knowing that I have a "team" behind me. I don't have to do this alone. That in itself helps me relax.