We arranged another cake testing, went shopping and found a ring for Dave, found some really great DIY ideas at Barnes and Nobles, and looked at another potential apartment for next year. After I finish writing this entry we are going to finish flushing out a first draft of the guest list and take another solid glance at the budget. So overall, I'm glad I made mention of what was just beginning to bother me before waiting until it got to the point where I just ended up exploding on him.
Times like this where I can begin to see just how much I've grown in the last year. Part of me worries that it's all the antidepressants working. My general anxiety and obsessive thinking definitely dulled a few weeks after I began taking them but I still like to think that some of it could be controlled through cognitive behavioral therapy. However, I feel like since I began them I have felt the same sort of need to take charge of my thoughts. I mean, I do all the time still but they aren't uncontrollable. I just feel like I'm not as easily stressed out. My doctor is thinking about decreasing my dose the next time I see her and honestly, I'm kind of worried about it. Suppose it all comes back?
Weird how this conversation began with a rare discussion on my wedding planning and ended with me worrying about what might happen when I decrease my medication. Should I be worried about the progression of this post? Luckily, I'm still at the same dose.
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