I was working at a local hospital on the covid unit. I had voiced concerns over issues that I felt affected patient care and discharges from the day I started. Nearly eighteen months later I was crying every day and surrendered to being on antidepressants. I began to look for a new job when I faced the reality that this hospital, in my opinion, was not a healthy environment for me and maybe not even a safe place for a patient.
I was disappointed that after everything I had been through in my life, my history of depression, all my losses and the agony of the death of Konnor, I had never allowed myself to take medications to feel better. I chose therapy and alternate methods to cope. This environment had done me in. The inability to help others as simplistic as it should have been was met with every possible roadblock with the patient ultimately having to suffer for it in some form or another. As a patient advocate this was something I just could not live with. It hit me in my emotions.
The medications has done its work. After two weeks I began to feel “better.” By better I mean, I wasn’t crying every day, I wasn’t feeling hopeless. I was feeling…neutral. As I have often said, I am a sensitive, feeling woman. Always have been. I like this about me. I have always been insecure about my looks but I KNOW I am a good person. That is one thing I have going for me. I love my heart. I am a deeply feeling individual. I am proud of this. However, since I have been taking this medication, I don’t feel anything. I am not emotional. I lost the ability to feel sadness. I am not sure I am happy either. Sure I can laugh. But what is the sense of laughing if one cannot cry?
I was always easy to cry. A song, a movie, geez anything. I am open in my feelings, I like to tell you I love you, I like hugging! It’s cathartic for me! I am an open book. This medication has closed me off. I have not shed one tear in nearly a year of being on this medication. Not a one.
Konnor’s death anniversary is November 22nd. He will have passed away seven years ago this year. Normally I would have cried several times already as this anniversary approaches. I have not cried once. What does that say about me?
To be without emotion is not in my character. It’s not me. I feel empty. Some may say, well you’ve healed. I have, yet I will aways weep for Konnor. Tears are my love. Tears are my emotions! Tears are not always sadness. Tears are loss, tears are happiness, memories, laughter and tears are an expression of emotion. My tears are me.
My fear of medication changing me has come to light. I knew my increased depression and crying was situational. I asked for medication to help myself cope. I, on the other hand did not want medication to change the core of who I am, an emotional human being. I miss my tears when they are appropriate. I miss feeling when I need to feel something.
I have started cutting my medication dose in half with the intention of weaning myself off. My physician wanted me to remain on it until the end of winter just in case my depression was in part seasonal depression but even so, I know this is right for me to stop it. I will speak with her this month at my yearly physical.
Antidepressants are great medications for most people, everyone is different. I find therapy is best for me.
I miss my grandson. I want to be able to express that, with tears, because that is who I am.
4 thoughts on “A Bitter Pill to Swallow”
Dear heart I’m so beyond saddened for your loss of precious Konner but as your ability to feel, as I call it. I to lost my precious gson on the same day. I’ve only took Valium when I need. I am the same big tender hearted person as you are. I lost my daughter, Tyler’s mom after him about 18 mos. She had been and seen her son go thu so much over the 3 yrs before. Living in 4 diff hosps all because a evil Dr over dosed him with a chemo drug that he didn’t need and wasn’t protocol. He had ostoscoma in bone in his leg. Surgeon said stop chemo as he got all cancer. She refused so that 1 chemo destroyed his whole body. I won’t go into it as it’s long story. But she say things and him having emerg open heart surgeries over n over. Heart Drs making a type of valve during surgery that never been made. Etc etc. She became severely depressed and after he passed she couldn’t live with out him and took deadly fentanyl. Drs said accidently we say not. Then I lost my last sister 2 mos before my daughter. My health is very bad now . Lost my oldest son 6 wks ago. Almost lost my life from COVID 19 pnemonia this yr in Jan n Feb. I had lot problems now. Lost my hair but it grew bk lot. The least of probs. I feel your devastation. I’ve lost all friends. And older family. I miss my loved ones more then I can say. Then 2 yrs ago my husband my eternal love since I was 12 had gangrene and lost his leg. We was blessed he lived 2 yrs but didn’t expect him to have leave as he did . Daughter fixing his covers and he turned on left side. Last words was. Where’s that lil critter meaning our lil great daughter. Then with no shortness of breath he was gone. Like God says in blink of eye. My heart is beyond shattered. I forget things on and on. I just wanted to say your in my prayers and I think even tho I’m not getting bk close to Lord. I’m destroyed n lost. God bless you
I am so saddened to hear of all this loss you have suffered. My heart breaks for you. I have often said that I don’t know how we make it through such devastating heartbreak. We must be left here for a reason. In strength, Patricia.
Hey there. I haven’t read one of your posts in a long time but I always found comfort in finding a fellow human being, grieving and making the weight of my grief seemed normal when others told me I should ‘get on’. I’m saddened to hear how you are feeling and am thinking of you today. Take care x
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Hello. Thank you as always for reading. We do “get on” with life don’t we? We have no other choice. Yet we will always grieve. 💕
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