That’s cute
The girls at work were talking about what meds they are on for anxiety and/or depression today. They were tossing around names and reactions and helpfulness. I felt a little out of the loop and pressured to keep up. I racked my brain and when I thought of something I quickly piped up….
I was on zoloft for my postpartum!
The conversation came to a pause and proudly I waited for looks of acceptance and understanding. Instead they all but patted me on the shoulder and said, “that’s cute dear” before turning back to each other and discussing milligram amounts.
I slid away from the group, embarrassed, and walked back to my desk to get ready to go home. Mumbling self-reassuring phrases to myself…like why I self-medicate and how very good at it I am.
