Depression has been kicking my butt lately. I can care for the kids, even yell less than normal, even get the occassional thing dnoe, but the depression has been there like a dead weight. I got put on Zoloft, which promptly made me not give a flying fart if I was depressed or the bills weren't paid, instead of anxious about it. I had an accident where two kids on one bike came out from behind a large truck, ran into and scraped the side of my Conformity Mobile with the handbars, and I was shaking because I was worried they were hurt, but not a tear. I was sobbing the week earlier because I didn't have my van cleaned, and then on Zoloft, nothing. The kids are fine, thank goodness, and we didn't even need to call the police or an ambulance or anything. I would not be surprised if I had seen the wings of the angels that lifted them away from the front of the van and the tires. I am so thankful to God that it was not worse, for everyone.

I am off the Zoloft now and awaiting a new med to be decided. And that's where I am.