I have, in the last hour, come to the realization that my depression is getting to the point where talk therapy and acupuncture may not be helpful enough anymore. The daily burden I carry in my heart and thoughts has me underwater more often than not lately. While I'm no stranger to antidepressants, having taken them for 7 solid years during my 20s, I never thought I'd have to consider them again.
This is not something I take lightly. A dear friend, who has known me since junior high school, expressed surprise when I admitted several months ago how much I struggled with being on antidepressants back then, how inept I felt. She said I handled that time in my life with grace, which couldn't be less how I saw myself then.
Now is no different. In fact, it's probably worse. But I have to face the fact that I mostly feel like *I* am getting worse. I know we've been warned to expect 18-24 months of hard grieving for the loss of our twins, but I can't fathom plodding along for another 9-15 months the way I am now.
A search of Dr. Google indicated at least two meds are safe to use during ART and pregnancy. My counselor had surgery and has been out, so I'll have to wait until next week to talk this through with her.
It doesn't make me happy to consider meds again, but a) not much does make me happy right now, and b) I know that, as a tool, meds can help. I need to do what I can to help myself.