So I’m off the Zoloft

It was a four-month prescription to combat the postpartum depression.

After three months, I started feeling a few adverse effects: low energy and the return of my impulse spending. I don’t think the Zoloft was the cause of the excessive spending, but sometimes the wrong, or even the correct, antidepressant can exacerbate negative habits or addictions. They day I realized I’d spent my paycheck on things other than rent and loan payments was the day I realized it’s time to wean myself from Big Z.

The discovery of Firefly Sweet Tea vodka was surely an untimely one in light of the exacerbation tendency. I loves me some sweet stuff [hey there, ethnic heritage!] and this vodka tickles me in all the right spots. Sooooo, I’m wondering if drinking a liter of it all by myself [not in one night, mind you] is a sign that, boy, this is some good stuff or if it’s a sign of my natural addictions saying hello.

I still haven’t processed the death of my childhood fiance, so you probably will not read of my feelings about it on these pages. The tabloids seem to have cornered the market, so you don’t need this blog for any additional information. I like that my kids met me at the door with a long hug and many I’m sorrys the day it happened, and I liked the phone calls I got from friends and family who knew how close he and I were. I’ve been teaching Ehren the lyrics to Smooth Criminal.

My job is unnecessarily stressful. It’s like they want me to quit. My being off the Zoloft and, perhaps, a few sips of sweet tea vodka between assignments, may help me in that struggle between corporation and humanity. We’ll see.