I am suffering from a self-inflicted wound. Not literally, of course, but let me explain.

I’ve been on Prozac for quite a few years now. It had worked well but I was going through a rough patch around two years ago, and I sought help from a psychiatrist about adjusting my medications. She added Bupropion to my daily routine. I now only see her three or four times a year for a quick 20 minute appointment.

The last time I saw her, she encouraged me to consider discontinuing the Bupropion, which I did last May. As it turns out I shouldn’t have.

So here I sit crying my eyes out, over what? Nothing. Of course it doesn’t feel like nothing. Depression is insidious. Last Saturday my hubby and I had a squabble. I started by bringing up an old disagreement upon which he and I have never agreed.

In other words, I picked a fight with him. It lasted all of about five minutes, and no voices were raised, but it left me with hurt feelings. As the day went on my hurt feelings multiplied, leaving me a sniveling mess by the end of the day. I’ve been that way since last Saturday.

Like I said before, Depression is so insidious. It literally distorts your view of reality. I am usually a very up-beat person, but right now I am a real buzz kill. Monday morning I started taking Bupropion again. In hindsight it is clear that I need it. Now I have to wait a couple of weeks for it to start working again.

Then I started thinking of how lucky I am to know what to do when I get this way. I remembered how awful it was to live this way before I found antidepressants. The worst part back then was not knowing that life can look so much brighter.

So I decided to write about this experience here. Over the years I have read posts by others on NeuroTalk in which they wonder if an antidepressant might help them. I’m here to tell you that it is worth a try. It can make a big difference.

So here I’ll sit in a puddle of my own tears waiting for the Bupropion to kick in. Thank God for Prozac and Bupropion. Being depressed really stinks!