I told my support group last night how up and down I feel lately. Felling OK one moment then the next deep in the clutches of doom and gloom. Everyone said the same thing - its normal, of course, don't worry it'll pass.
And I guess they are right.
But I have to tell you, its hard right now. The little things send my anxiety into orbit. An unexpected bill, a look from DH, a sentence in the novel I might be reading. Then I have moments where I think that the end is in sight, one way or another. By January we will be done with trying to get pregnant. We can move on.
I guess this is what depression is. A constant state of emotional suppression with little peaks of relief.
Whatever it is, it totally blows.
I have faith that it will lessen with time. I have faith that we will survive this as a couple and even may be stronger in our life together. It is, in some masochistic nightmarish way, good for me to go through this. I guess.