Happy Monday! Let’s Talk Depression

Happy Monday! Let’s talk about depression.

A little back story, if you will. In 2008 when I was diagnosed with breast cancer, my oncologist prescribed Effexor XR to help alleviate the hot flashes I was having caused by chemotherapy. Effexor is an anti-depressant medication and often used off label to treat hot flashes. I took it for several years post treatment because I simply couldn’t wean off the drug. Effexor withdrawal causes incredibly debilitating side effects and I thought I was bound to be on it for life until I found a doctor who prescribed Prozac. You can read about that process of Prozac bridging here.

While I was taking Effexor for hot flashes, I was also prescribed Wellbutrin XL for a mild case of post cancer depression. You would think the Effexor would have helped with the depression too but it wasn’t. It was enough to manage the hot flashes but not enough to alleviate the depression. My GP suggested adding Wellbutrin XL. So, I took two anti-depressants for a good length of time.

When I was finally able to wean from Effexor, I felt ready to break up with Wellbutrin, too. I was just done being on all these meds that made me feel tethered. I was finally med free and felt normal and healthy and ready to move on.


Fast forward to summer 2015. It had been nearly three years since taking any anti-depressant. I started to recognize changes in me that I knew weren’t normal. Mornings felt like Groundhog’s Day, my body felt like grinding gears, tasks looked like hurdles, social activities felt like obligations. I was bitchy, moody and mean. I was impatient with everything and everybody. I was completely self-loating, I didn’t care about my friendships, and my marriage was suffering. Everything that I had ever liked doing was no longer of any interest to me.

Yet, I pretended like there was nothing wrong.

To the faces at my daughter’s school, my friends, the people on Facebook, I would just put on a smile and act like everything was fine. I remember coming home and feeling exhausted because it would take so much effort to pretend like everything was OK. Existing in the world with a busy schedule and obligations and making small talk all the while just wanting to be left alone is really hard to bear.

I can’t pinpoint my breaking point. I knew things weren’t right when the one thing I really loved to do – make videos with Megan for Long Story Short – had started to lose its luster. It used to be a high that would sustain me for days but it was turning into an opportunity to self hate. We also went on a once-in-a-lifetime family vacation and it was all very blah to me. I found myself fixated on other families who were having fun while I was trying to figure out how to do the same.

I finally called my GP and a therapist.

The conversation with the GP started out as me telling her I didn’t feel good. I talked around the likelihood that I might be depressed. I suggested the lack of diet and exercise might being the culprit to my moodiness. I was embarrassed to ask about depression and afraid to jump into another anti-depressant after feeling like I didn’t need them anymore. I eventually agreed to trying out a new prescription.

Meeting with the therapist was much less anxiety ridden. I reached out to a therapist I had seen while undergoing treatment for cancer. I sat down and within 15 minutes had explained why I thought I was depressed. It was her professional opinion that I was indeed dealing with major depressive disorder and had agreed medication and therapy was my best course of action.

All the kinks haven’t been totally worked out yet. We’re still fine tuning the dosage of the new medication I’m taking. But, therapy has been wonderful. It’s been a soft place to land while I figure out the self-loathing and how to repair broken relationships. I feel lighter and interested in things and people again. Life doesn’t feel like a hurdle everyday anymore.

When I smile now, I’m not faking it.


  1. I took Effexor way back when I was a senior in high school and freshman in college. When my medications were switched then, I remember how awful the withdrawal was. I remember the terrible withdrawal I had when I was weaned off the Ativan I had been taking during chemo to treat late stage testicular cancer. I went a while without any medication and last year I started recognizing signs that I was headed for that hole again.

    Glad to hear that all is looking better for you, and I hope that it will continue!


  2. For the first four months of the boys’ lives, I dealt with PPD and PPA (anxiety). Ryan and I rarely argue but one day he frustratedly said, “I’m so tired of all the negativity coming out of your mouth these days.” It took that comment to make me realize that I wasn’t myself. I called my OB and a counselor the next day. Zoloft has helped tremendously. I enjoy being a mom. I don’t feel like I’m constantly on the verge of a panic attack. I am so glad I got help.

    Glad you’re getting help too, friend! <3

  3. This is your best post yet and that smiles lights up a room! I’m so happy you are taking care of YOU.

  4. Admitting something’s wrong is always the hardest part. SO glad you’re starting to feel better and getting the help you need! Hugs to you, my friend!

  5. Wow, just wow. You are amazing. Keep doing what you do. You are always inspiring to me and this is no exception.

  6. heather zimmerman says:

    I am curious what medication you are taking. I feel anti-depressants are so bad for you, but every time I try to get off of them, I slide into depression. I encourage you to look at Dr. Kelly Brogan’s blog/website. Click on the ailments on the side, and hit depression. Her angle is so very interesting, even if it doesn’t change your actions. This is not an ad. Thanks for sharing your story. It helps me.

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