UPDATE: It’s been about a week since I’ve started weaning, and I can say I’m not doing it now. I’m already more prone to snapping and moving away from the hustle and bustle of my family and that is simply not the person I wish to be. Fluoxetine. I love you.

It’s been more than three years since I landed in the hospital because of a variety of stressors and my decision to quit taking Lexapro cold turkey. Since then, I’ve made my twice yearly psychiatrist visits, my 1-2 visits each month with a psychologist, and my daily appointment with a low dose of Prozac. In the process, I’ve learned that I’m both highly sensitive and highly reactive (though with a lot of counseling my reactivity is lessening). I’ve learned what makes me feel better, what I need to avoid, and how certain things are simply required.

So last spring when my doctors started talking about weaning me off Prozac and seeing how I would do, I declined. A year later and it’s come up again and this time, I’m giving it a try.

I’m taking things very slow. The process will be over months. I’m testing the waters, following my checklist and doing the things that work for me.

Staring at a computer doesn’t work for me. In fact, on my best days, I’m no where near a screen. I’m organizing a room, playing with my kids, working on a project, knitting, reading, journaling with traditional pen and paper.

I have so much I want to share – books I’ve been reading, knitting projects I’ve been completing, graduate school registration for the fall (two classes or one?!?), home decorating ideas, recipes. Life has been so full lately.

But for now…

It’s too full of living to be blogging.

Now I’m off to drop a little at a birthday party, visit the library, and enjoy the last two days of spring break.

MWAH!