October 29, 2012

The weekend was a good test of my ability to cope on the 10mg of paroxetine.  The paroxetine was prescribed to deal with my depression and anxiety and I was sick of taking a pill to make me nicer.  Why couldn't I learn to cope with situations with tolerance and love?

I was around family this weekend and I learned that people are not putting me at the top of their priority lists.  Everyone, including me, has days of tiredness, pain and sadness.  People don't have to cater to me and I need to learn to grow a little thicker skin sometimes. 

I am trying to not grow old in my thinking and when I listen  to some older people I want to scream. Negativity bores me and makes me crazy.   Too bad for me, right?  Whatever anyone else feels, says or does is not a problem for me to solve for them.  The only problem is me...sticking my nose in where it doesn't belong.

Happiness is something I need to find on a daily basis.  It doesn't have anything to do with the world, it has to do with my attitude.

I feel that I am weaning off the paroxetine in a good way.  I am still a little sweaty...my blood pressure is a little higher than normal; however I am feeling good.