So this will come as a surprise to probably zero of you but here we are.

My therapist told me I was depressed and suggested I get my meds adjusted. So after a month of weird side effects, feeling great,feeling miserable, feeling like a zombie etc. I realized the depression is coming from my situation and no amount of meds is going to fix this. 

Instead of overmedicating I'm planning to move out. I've been looking up ways to deal with the mortgage, making scenarios about what to do with the house, that's the biggest one. BF loves the house and he can have it. 

Well, it's Monday. Life continues to be crazy.

Yesterday, DH got up at 0430 to go fishing. After he left, I went back to bed for a couple of hours. Got up a little after 7am, poured myself a cuppa, and made the the mistake of sitting down to read the news. And reading. And Reading. And READING...

Before I knew it, it was almost noon. My coffee was ice cold, my stomach was in knots, I had a headache, and the right side of my jaw was a fiery ball of pain. Obviously, my anxiety level was at Defcon 2. Yikes!