I wasn't really going to discuss this here but why the hell not. If nothing else, I might get some activity from search engine keywords on my Google Analytics page. On Monday I had the double pleasure of starting my period and going off Prozac. If that isn't a recipe for crazy bitch I don't know what is. Tuesday went pretty smoothly and aside from a brief altercation that I may or may not have imagined between the head of the Spanish department and myself last night, I think yesterday went well too. Today, I feel like maybe things aren't going that well. I'm pretty good at my job and today was faced with an obstacle I didn't know how to solve. When I asked for help, I felt like I was talking to a brick wall. I got frustrated and lashed out and then I kind of felt like crying. And now I'm worried. I'm worried that I can't go off Prozac because I'll be more prone to losing my shit. I'm worried that I am somehow damaged and over-emotional. I'm worried that I won't be able to regain my ability to orgasm and that I'll never be able to lose the weight I gained while seeking solace in a prescription pill. I'm worried that by taking that very first pill over a year ago, that I opened a door I won't be able to shut and that I'll be reliant on medicinal assistance for the rest of my life. So that makes me sad. And that's all I wanted to share.