Late last year I was put on medication for Poly-Cystic Ovary Syndrome. I won't get into the details of the condition, but apparently it's far more common than most people know. Anyhow, one of the most effective treatments for PCOS is oral contraceptives (otherwise known as birth control pills). Another little-known fact: birth control pills cause clinical depression in a small percentage of women. I am lucky enough to be in that small percentage. *yes, that last bit was sarcasm*
The descent into full-scale depression was a gradual process as I lost interest in things that I enjoy, stopped being social, and wanted to spend more time sleeping (actually that part may just be from sleep-deprivation due to having children, but still...). I've dealt with depression before and recognized how bad things were getting--bad enough for me to ask to be put on a medication I swore I would never take again due to horrible withdrawl symptoms when I was taken off it years ago.
I have spent the intervening months struggling to get back to myself, and concentrating on my family. Summer is always a difficult time for my boys, and this year for their sister as well. I've been feeling much better--more like me--and school has begun again, which is always helpful. I'm getting story ideas again and that is definitely a positive sign.
So, to make a semi-long story slightly semi-longer, I am back! Thank you for sticking with me, particularly if you wondered if I had somehow managed to fall off the square end of a round earth. Your support means a great deal to me.