I’ve been back on anti-depressants for five days now, and I can already tell the difference. When we get in the van to go somewhere and Rudy starts annoying me with “turn it, turn it, turn it” while I’m backing up, I don’t instantly want to stake him in the side of the head with a fork. When Afton fails to listen to instructions for the third time I don’t get the urge to kick her across the room. It’s a good feeling, and I’m getting some energy back too. I actually ran a load of dishes today and added litter to the cat box. It doesn’t sound like much, maybe, but for me it’s a lot right now.
Earlier this week we went to Grandma’s to do some swimming and I was able to get this awesomely amazing photo of Afton. I think it is by far the best photo of her I’ve ever gotten, and it makes me feel good inside. Yay!