The spoon fell behind the bedroom table...

ok, so my friend Corinna "Bobina" wrote on her blog (http://www.myscrapbooklife.com/because-she-couldnt-say-it-on-the-phone/) about another blog (http://www.dooce.com/2007/12/13/because-i-couldnt-say-it-phone) about depression and anxiety. This got me thinking since I have been fighting it myself...in particularly the last 2 weeks. Now, first of all...it seems ridiculous that I am dealing with this right now. I just got married to the most amazing man. I have a great family and a great set of friends that proved how amazing they are 1000 times over during all the wedding hoopla. I have a nice home, a good job, etc. etc... but I have been in tears at least once a day for 2 weeks. It is all related to being overwhelmed...busy time of year at work, housework fell by the wayside during the week or so leading up to the wedding and the week after being sick, having at least 60 thank notes to write, having no holiday shopping done because I was focusing on wedding plans etc...all of that has stacked up on me. So, therefore it seemed logically to have a 2 hour crying session when the spoon fell behind the bedroom table, and it seemed logical to cry because Corey didn't wrap the presents on Friday (nevermind that they didn't need to be wrapped until Tuesday). I hate this feeling...I mean as I am having a crying fit, I am thinking..."good lord Dona...the gifts don't need to be wrapped until Tuesday. Why does it matter?"....then I'm thinking "because he said he would do it on Friday...although Friday isn't over yet...but he should have known you wanted them wrapped Friday by the time you get home from work...ok, Dona...you didn't give him a time to have it completed...why do you expect him to magically know what you want?...and why do you expect it to be on your timetable to begin with?" I hate knowing in my brain that what I am crying unreasonably about is just that...unreasonable...but at the same time I can't stop the crying....and then suddenly....as if my brain needed to justify me being a complete basketcase, I was crying because there was a huge amount of crap in the corner of the bedroom, and all of the suitcases, and wedding gifts etc. were stacked all over the living room (and not in an orderly way), and the dirty laundry was all over the bathroom floor and not in the nice wicker hamper we got as a wedding gift...granted...I am the one who pulled all the clothes out of it that morning....but that is totally not the point....now apparently, those are reasons to cry about. Anyway, thank God Corey kind of understands this. So he goes and starts taking the trash out, moving the suitcases etc. The presents got wrapped...the laundry was picked up...the corner was straighted up...between the 2 of us and about 30 mins...life was back in control...and least in my head it was. hahaha. Till Tomorrow.. So short story long...read these other two blogs because it made me feel normal again...and the pure fact that one bloggers' post can get over 1100 replies proves that we are not alone in this battle. Thank you God for Zoloft...if I am this much of a basketcase while on it...Imagine what I would be like if I wasn't on it...