I've been off nearly three weeks due to a major depressive episode. This is the worse one I've had since I was first dx'd. I think the new med (effexor) is finally starting to work. I only worked 5 hours today. I probably would have worked a little longer but my son called to tell me he had detention and I had to pick him up. Thus began my evening of stress at home with the children (DH works nights). I can handle work and I can handle the children but the two put together seem rather overwhelming (especially with our current financial predicament thrown in the mix). I'm feeling pretty stressed and tired right now. I can't even put on my pajamas and go read in bed because I have to pick up the oldest from taekwondo in a little while. I'd dearly love a handful of xanax and some wine to wash it down but I celebrated 1 month of sobriety today. Maybe I'll go to two AA meetings tomorrow. It truly is one day at a time. I guess I need to go write in my gratitude journal and focus on the positive. I hope I wake up renewed and refreshed in the morning.