I heart Prozac

Another quick update. Three days now with no crying, yelling... I have woken up happy the last 3 mornings. It's a little freaky.
I calmly reminded my DH that leaving the shower curtain open caused mildew to breed on it. "Please close it when you're done". No drama. No accusation that if he really loved me he would remember to do this. Just a casual exchange.
What I'm enjoying the most about my current drugged condition, but also makes me sad...I can tell when I would have lost it had I not been on the meds. Previous example included. It makes me realize how far from my norm I had slipped without realizing it. I knew I was no longer a happy person. I didn't enjoy my life very much. Rarely laughed. I could fake it for a while with other people, but not at home. Here I was too tired to even bother trying. So my poor family has lived with this cranky me for over a year.
Of course I blamed it on my mom dying. Who wouldn't be miserable all the time if their mom died? Because I have an excuse, it was hard to see that I was beyond grieving. Luckily, the doctor could tell. While I'm not a proponent of everyone taking meds, I'm also not a fan of living an unhappy existence when there is a medical reason and solution.
Something that has really surprised me is my eating. For the first time in my life I am satisfied with the food I eat. Let me explain. Previously, no amount of food would satisfy me. I could be full, stuffed, gorged and I'd still want more food. Even if I didn't like it. It sounds crazy, but that's how I've always been. I know I'm not the only one like this. For the last few days, I have left food on my plate, taken less or skipped it all together. There has been an open container of soft batch cookies in my pantry since Friday. We had burgers and I didn't have potato chips. Because I just didn't want them!!! To someone, like my DH, that has always been like this, I'm sure you don't get the importance of this. For me, this is HUGE!!!