Doing the SSRI shuffle

I just about kicked a woman in a wheelchair, on oxygen, and her little dog too.

This is the effect of kicking Zoloft.

Oh, don't get me wrong. Zoloft is good. It's good shit. It's the side effects I can't handle. Like gaining weight even though I work out 4-5 times a week, an hour at a stretch, and have been steadily losing weight for a year.

Oh, hell no. I'm not going to take antidepressants if it means Adam's going to have to push me around in one of those fat-people wheelchairs. You know the kind I'm talking about. I don't think so.

So today I'm a bitch to be around. Especially when I'm at a cafe and aforementioned WIAW (Woman In A Wheelchair) is blocking my way. Kicking this stuff is gonna suck. But I gotta do it.