<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549790875730333223</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:57:55.606-08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Medication'/><category term='adhd'/><category term='HRT'/><category term='Whine'/><category term='Fitness'/><category term='Depression'/><category term='Hormones'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='SAD'/><title type='text'>WhineyRoad</title><subtitle type='html'>A place where I can be free to discuss being hormonal, depression and just whine about the drama it brings me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Whiney Road</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549790875730333223.post-7117460323426639749</id><published>2010-02-12T08:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T08:02:26.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><title type='text'>Dear Lord...</title><content type='html'>Lord, I am so tired of being lied to. Am I wrong for feeling this way? Is it my fault this is happening? Do I deserve to never find true happiness? Am I destined to always fall down after having my hopes up. Do I expect too much? Is life supposed to suck or is it supposed to be easier? Lord, why does this keep happening? Why does my heart hurt? Why am I so angry? How can I be heartbroken and angry at the same time. How come I feel so cold and dead inside and I want to lash out and take out anyone who makes me feel like this? How do I make the anger subside? How do I get over the pain? Will I ever be able to move on? Lord, should I move on? Should I leave? What should I do? I do not know where to turn? I want to run away and start over, but I just don’t know what to do. I have to think of the kids and their lives too. I am not my own anymore. I am in charge of two delicate girls who need me. I am falling apart inside. I am withering away. I feel like pieces of me are being hacked away until all that’s left is this pain and a huge hole in my heart. Lord, please take the pain away. Make it go away. Show me what I need to do. Help me to be the better person. Show us where to go next. Help me to move on from this drama. Lord, please fix our marriage. Make it great again. Make it feel safe again. Make me believe it will be okay, that it will not happen again that I can trust again, that its okay to let down my wall to let myself be loved and believe it’s true. I feel like such an idiot for thinking things would ever be different. Why did I even get my hopes up? I wish I could accept things as they are. Take each day as a new adventure waiting to see what lies in the darkness, waiting to see what new deceit will rear its head and try to destroy my family – what I have tried so hard to keep together. Each day is like a battle with my mind to continue on and do what I feel is right. It is such a struggle and war between good and evil. I am starting to wonder if I can make it through. I just want to give up to walk away, but I know that this would not make the pain any easier, but only more intense because without him, I would be lost. I know he is such a huge part of me – maybe this is why it hurts so deeply because of our soul connection. I really do not know why its effects me the way it does and I wish I could just stop loving so much stop hurting so much stop caring so much and just live. Live in the moment not worrying about anyone but myself. But I know this is not right and not how you want me to live. I just do not know what to do Lord. Please guide me…take away the anger and let me be happy. I want unspeakable joy. I deserve to be happy. I deserve to be a good mom and wife, to be joyful and able to contribute to the world. Lord, show me how to start a life of my own. I do not want a divorce, but I do want to feel like my world will not fall apart each time my trust for my husband is shattered. I have to stop putting my faith in him and rely on you Lord for my safety, security and love. I know you will never leave me nor forsake me. I can always trust you, your word and your love for me. Help me to focus on this instead of the faults of others because I too have faults, many of them. Help me to see the good, to focus on the positive. Take away the bad and replace it with peaceful memories. Give me hope Lord, for a brighter future. Take away the negative predictions and expectations. Help me to be realistic and accept him for who he is. Help me to let go of what I want him to be and accept him for who he is because he loves me for who I am - he loves all my flaws, my imperfections, he accepts me for me. I want to do the same. Help me to stop trying to control things and just let him live how he wants. It is not up to me to decide how he lives, but to decide if I want to live with him. I do want to be with him. I just want to love fully and without holding back, without fear of pain and rejection, but I do not know how to let go. Show me how to forgive. Show my heart how to let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus Name, AMEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549790875730333223-7117460323426639749?l=whineyroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/7117460323426639749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549790875730333223&amp;postID=7117460323426639749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/7117460323426639749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/7117460323426639749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-lord.html' title='Dear Lord...'/><author><name>Whiney Road</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549790875730333223.post-98823049906107365</id><published>2010-01-23T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T09:25:15.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medication'/><title type='text'>Switched from Wellbutrin SR to Wellbutrin XL; Depression and lack of interest</title><content type='html'>About 2 weeks ago, my Doctor switched me from generic Wellbutrin (Bupropion SR) to the generic Wellbutrin XL (made by Barr) and I am now starting to wonder if this switch has brought back my depression. I am not suicidal, but my desire to do normal everyday things is totally gone. I have no motivation. I feel like I have become a tired, constipated, awful parent and wife. Things have gotten worse over the last few days, since I am getting closer to that time of the month. I kept thinking thats what was going on - I was just being moody because of my period. But, it is starting to make me really wonder "what is causing these feelings of despair? What am I doing differently?" Then it dawned on me, maybe it is the Wellbutrin XL. I know it takes a few weeks to get a medication to work, so it would make sense that it would take a few weeks for the SR to stop working. I really feel like my depression symptoms have increased tenfold. I am at the point where I do not want to deal with anyone. I want to sulk in my room and be alone. I am letting every little thing my kids do effect me emotionally. I have not been crying much, but I take everything so personally. At this point I could honestly say if my kids were to go live with my mom, I would be okay with that. I know this has to be my depression, because its just not me. I dont have the drive to even talk. I feel like my husband is busy all the time now, but I wonder if I am just being paranoid. He is taking a college class and training for a marathon, and I just feel so alone. I have no idea why, but I do. I guess maybe because I do not have family close by and any friends I have are busy or they all want to just go get drunk all the time and thats not what I want to do. I just honestly feel like no one cares, like no one would miss me if I ran away. I do not even know how to tell my husband the depth of these feelings. I try, but it just never comes out right. I get so tired of complaining and being negative. When am I finally going to not have to worry about these things anymore? Should I stop the medication all together? My Doctor is a joke. He does not know what he is doing and getting a new doc is just too much work. I feel so sorry for my kids because I just really do not want to have anything to do with them. Luckily they are old enough to pretty much fend for themselves and I do interact with them, but I am just so withdrawn. I am not happy; I am miserable. I long for happy days again; to enjoy and look forward to things. I&amp;nbsp;truly&amp;nbsp;feel like there is no point to anything right now. I&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;know how to snap out of it. I believe in God and Jesus is my savior and I know I will survive this, but when will it get better? When does life become worth living? How do I find my way to normalcy? What is normal? Heaven is my only hope for now. I know one day all the pain and sorrow will be gone and I will find the happiness I long for, but for now I guess I must endure these sorrow filled days on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549790875730333223-98823049906107365?l=whineyroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/98823049906107365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549790875730333223&amp;postID=98823049906107365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/98823049906107365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/98823049906107365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/switched-from-wellbutrin-sr-to.html' title='Switched from Wellbutrin SR to Wellbutrin XL; Depression and lack of interest'/><author><name>Whiney Road</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549790875730333223.post-781243919927479285</id><published>2009-12-08T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:36:50.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adhd'/><title type='text'>ADHD parent of an ADHD child</title><content type='html'>I just came across a book on the narcissistic parent and the damage it does to our daughters. This brought tears to my eyes because I see so many of these self serving personality traits in myself. I do not feel I am great or have accomplished anything, so I guess I am not really narcissistic. I then compared the two,&amp;nbsp;narcissism and ADHD and they have similarities. I just worry that I am so self-absorbed and unable to handle much sensory stimulation, that I am going to ruin my children. I really do try to be a good mom, but I honestly cannot seem to handle&amp;nbsp;incessant&amp;nbsp;chatter, being around lots of people for very long, and too much stress. It feels as if I am on overload and going to go insane if I do not get to a quiet place - which in my home it seems impossible. What kind of mother wants her kids to be quiet? The guilt of this drives me even more crazy because I wonder why I am the way I am. I try to accept it, and work to be better, but its still there. I cannot handle what most normal people can handle. I could not imagine trying to juggle kids in sports, or other activities, because honestly, I am barely able to survive the days just getting the kids to school, getting through homework and getting them to bed. That alone is enough to suck the very life from me. It is mostly because of my oldest daughter, who has ADHD and has it bad! I love her dearly and she is such a sweetheart, but she talks like a million miles a minute about nothing in particular, and if you try to have a conversation with her its like you are talking to yourself because she just changes the subject consistently. And she is very argumentative, so if you tell her to do something or try to help her, she will argue or make excuses. She is 12 years old now and she still cries almost every day about something&amp;nbsp;ridiculous.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have even wondered what life would be life if I had never had her, or if I were to send her to live with her biological father. I know how awful that sounds, but I am just plum worn out. Between my issues and hers, I am just at a loss for how to deal with things. I feel as if I am doing more wrong than right - causing more damage to her than building her up. The resentment and anger towards her is so strong that I cringe when she hugs me. I do not show her of coarse and I honestly try to be loving, but its so hard for me. I do not understand why either. I do not feel the same way when I hug my younger daughter. I know she is my favorite, but its only because she does not fight with me and cry about everything. What would make a mother feel so unattached to her own child? How do I break the cycle of negativity and really build her up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549790875730333223-781243919927479285?l=whineyroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/781243919927479285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549790875730333223&amp;postID=781243919927479285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/781243919927479285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/781243919927479285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/adhd-parent-of-adhd-child.html' title='ADHD parent of an ADHD child'/><author><name>Whiney Road</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549790875730333223.post-2242935527795321732</id><published>2009-11-29T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:50:13.918-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hormones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Marriage, Holidays, Kids and Stress</title><content type='html'>Somehow Thanksgiving has come and gone, but not without its normal snares and scars of my normal holiday family feuds. I can not remember the last holiday when my husband and I did not argue about the stupidest things. What is it about the holidays that causes the ones you love to seem like a bulls eye target for agression, hatred and arguments? My problem is I truely want peace in my home and it seems like an unatainable goal - something we will never even get close to achieving.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; My daughter, who is twelve and has ADHD and a mood disorder, still has breakdowns almost daily and everything is an argument with her; consequently, just trying not to strangle her or myself is a daily task. So, when there is an added stressor (i.e. making Thanksgiving dinner, buying presents) I seem to just go over the edge, as do my hormones which go even more haywire.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I need to have a pity party right now because my husband and I have been just weird lately. I cannot figure out what the deal is; although, I am guessing its probobly my imagination and things are fine, but things just really feel different. I feel really lonely and I am having a hard time talking to him about anything without him biting my head off. Dont get me wrong, I am not a Saint because I am sure, well I know I do it, that I do the same to him. I have been trying to be more calm and speak in a lower tone when talking to him about stuff, but he just keeps snapping back and my response is "I take it back, nevermind," or "I should not have said anything, Sorry." So now the resentment for feeling like I cannot even communicate or voice my own opinion is driving me to the point of misery. I cannot talk to him, because he will not know what I am talking about and I am the worst at explaining things, so its like an endless cycle. I just do not understand how we are the perfect couple when the kids are away at grandma's during the summer for a few weeks. We are great together. Sure I still have my poor pitiful hormonal me episodes, but its nothing like the misery of our marriage with the kids around. I feel so bad even voicing my true feelings, but I know I am not alone in the world, there has to be someone going through the same thing. I am just so sad inside. I want to just run away and never look back. Maybe then I would be missed, respected, listened to? I want to be young again and enjoy my college years that were taken from me when I had my oldest daughter. I know in my heart I could never turn my back on my kids, but sometimes I&amp;nbsp;truly&amp;nbsp;feel they would be better off with someone else. With different parents who take them camping, fishing, hiking, who play with them, who&amp;nbsp;truly&amp;nbsp;enjoy having them in their lives. What is so odd is if something were to happen to them, it would&amp;nbsp;devastate&amp;nbsp;me. I love them so much, but I just cannot handle any extra stress, so we just live in our little bubble and try to minimize the trips out together whenever we can because when we do try to do things together, my oldest child ends up being awful. She has always been that way since she was a small toddler. We could not go out for dinner without her screaming and crying about who knows what. It was always a struggle and continues to be. What makes it worse is other parents not even having a clue what its like to have a special needs child because she appears somewhat normal on the outside. They look at me like I do not&amp;nbsp;discipline&amp;nbsp;her, or I spoil her, but the opposite is true, we have had to be very strict and consistent since she was very young. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hopefully tomorrow will be better and maybe I will look up a marriage counselor. I am so afraid if things continue down this road we will not make it to our 10th anniversary next year. I do not want to be alone, but I also do not want what was the best relationship ever to turn into what I never wanted to be - a lovingless, empty sham of a marriage....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549790875730333223-2242935527795321732?l=whineyroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2242935527795321732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549790875730333223&amp;postID=2242935527795321732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/2242935527795321732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/2242935527795321732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/marriage-holidays-kids-and-stress.html' title='Marriage, Holidays, Kids and Stress'/><author><name>Whiney Road</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549790875730333223.post-6336026166166791845</id><published>2009-11-06T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T05:56:37.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HRT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hormones'/><title type='text'>Day 9 HRT Going well...too well</title><content type='html'>Things have been going really well the last few days. I have had a day or so of being tired in the evening, but overall, my energy level seems to be back to normal - not slugish and not turbo charged either. I am thinking more clearly too. I am supposed to start in 3 days and yesterday I did have a small emotional break down, but it was nothing even close to my normal monthly routine. I am crossing my fingers, saying lots of prayers for a smooth transition this cycle. Sometimes when I feel this great, bad times follow, so I am so worried, but I know I should keep pushing ahead, have faith that things will coninue to go well and&amp;nbsp;know there will always be ups and downs - hopefully more ups than downs. I shall keep you updated as things progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549790875730333223-6336026166166791845?l=whineyroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6336026166166791845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549790875730333223&amp;postID=6336026166166791845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/6336026166166791845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/6336026166166791845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-9-hrt-going-welltoo-well.html' title='Day 9 HRT Going well...too well'/><author><name>Whiney Road</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549790875730333223.post-4163312945097477999</id><published>2009-10-30T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:25:20.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hormones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whine'/><title type='text'>Spoke too soon</title><content type='html'>I think I jumped the gun a bit on what I said earlier. I was so hopeful the hormones were going to give me the energy to get through the day, but I am plum worn out and it is not even 3:30 yet. My legs are achy and I am in serious need of a nap. I am sure it is just the amount of mental drainage I have been doing today as well as the physical stuff too. I sure hope tomorrow is better because we have a birthday party to go to, then we have to get the kids ready to go trick or treating. Oh joy! I know how sad, I should be happy about going, but its cold outside and its supposed to rain, so no I am not happy about taking the kids for a walk, so they can complain about how cold they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549790875730333223-4163312945097477999?l=whineyroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4163312945097477999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549790875730333223&amp;postID=4163312945097477999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/4163312945097477999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/4163312945097477999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/spoke-too-soon.html' title='Spoke too soon'/><author><name>Whiney Road</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549790875730333223.post-6862196481753438314</id><published>2009-10-30T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:46:25.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HRT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hormones'/><title type='text'>Day 2 of Hormone Replacment Therapy</title><content type='html'>Started my hormone replacement therapy yesterday and after my second dose today it seems to be working already. I am feeling more energized and positive. It could be in my mind, but I am pretty sure its the hormones. Or maybe its the stress of Halloween and the fact that I have procrastinated yet again and have a million things to do today so I am in super turbo mode. It sometimes feels like I can only accomplish things under pressure...anyone else feel like that sometimes? Okay back to the topic...HRT...I was prescribed testosterone and progesterone and I think I am way to young to have whacked out hormones, but my hormone panel showed that my progesterone levels go down to a measly 2 during my cycle and my testosterone level was at 20, which is pretty low for a 32 year old. If I were 50 it would be normal. This low testosterone may explain the lack of libido I have been having for years. My poor husband. Its like clockwork. I get interested about mid cycle and then my libido goes bye bye. My focus seems to be more clear, but I am somewhat jittery. I feel like I am going a million miles a minute and keep getting stuck not knowing which task I should accomplish next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549790875730333223-6862196481753438314?l=whineyroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6862196481753438314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549790875730333223&amp;postID=6862196481753438314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/6862196481753438314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/6862196481753438314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-2-of-hormone-replacment-therapy.html' title='Day 2 of Hormone Replacment Therapy'/><author><name>Whiney Road</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549790875730333223.post-8399164565685753256</id><published>2009-10-19T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:15:09.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAD'/><title type='text'>SAD Disorder</title><content type='html'>So, maybe it isn't exactly just my hormones. It has been almost 2 weeks since my last you know what and I am still down in the dumps. I just cannot get the clouds to lift. I am so tired all the time. I have lost my interest in working out, in cooking, in doing anything. I am angry with my kids - yelling at them all the time. I am crying more, but not all day long. I just feel like heavy overwhelming tired feeling that I cannot explain. Even my eyes feel exausted - as if they look like they have big black circles around them, when they do not. My legs feel heavy when I try to run and I just cannot do it. Well...today I took my daughter to her counseling appointment and I ended up being the one getting the counseling. I went in with the counselor and just let it all out. I told her how I felt like I had all the symptoms of depression again and I feel so guilty. I feel like a lazy bum and a horrible abusive mother. She agreed with me about being depressed and that it may be S.A.D or Seasonal Affective Disorder. I have always had a hard time every year when it gets cold, but this time I thought I was golden because I am already taking Wellbutrin, or the generic crap they give you. I have been taking it for about 3 years and have done pretty well with only a few downs along the way. I just do not understand how this could happen to me if I am taking an antidepressant. I know I should probably change my medication, but I have tried so many other meds and they have caused many other issues. For instance, I took Effexor for a few years and I became silently bulemic. The medicine made me so hungry I binge ate daily and well you know the rest. I am ashamed, but as soon as I stopped the medication, I stopped binging and purging. The other problem drug, Cymbalta, well this one made me a raging party animal/alcholic who did not want to be at home with her kids, and I was still flipping sad. I cried at night which was why I was getting wasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549790875730333223-8399164565685753256?l=whineyroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8399164565685753256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549790875730333223&amp;postID=8399164565685753256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/8399164565685753256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/8399164565685753256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/sad-disorder.html' title='SAD Disorder'/><author><name>Whiney Road</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549790875730333223.post-38646636965930101</id><published>2009-10-14T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:02:48.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hormones'/><title type='text'>Starting to feel normal again &amp; Preparing for a 5k</title><content type='html'>Today I am finally starting to feel human again. I am so very thankful! I am still a little tired, but I managed to get my rear on the treadmill and run/walk for 30 minutes, which is more than I have done for the last 5 days. My goal is to do a 5k on Thanksgiving. I was told about the race the other day and it sounds like it would be fun. I would have to figure out how to get my bird in the oven before I head out, but I am sure I can come up with something. It will be good to have a goal to work towards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549790875730333223-38646636965930101?l=whineyroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/38646636965930101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549790875730333223&amp;postID=38646636965930101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/38646636965930101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/38646636965930101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/starting-to-feel-normal-again-preparing.html' title='Starting to feel normal again &amp; Preparing for a 5k'/><author><name>Whiney Road</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549790875730333223.post-8800953434004346214</id><published>2009-10-13T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:34:54.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hormones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whine'/><title type='text'>No school today ~ HELP</title><content type='html'>The kids have a late start today and my nerves are shot. I am still having my PMS, or should I say DMS (during menstrual symptoms), but instead of anger it has turned into pure anxiety, lack of interest in anything, a headache, and I am still tired. I am battling with the idea of going back on birth control just to control the PMS symptoms, but I think I have forgotten why I stopped taking them to begin with. I still had some mood swings around that time of the month, but in hindsight it seemed to be better...maybe? I was taking Yaz before and it did not help my acne, well maybe a little, but it never made it go away. My sex drive totally dissapeared - not that I had one to begin with. Whats up with that anyways? Why do we want to have sex like wild women when we are dating, but we get married, have children and our libido's are non existent? Yet, my husband is still raging like an 18 year old teenager. I swear he would have sex no matter what. Why can't we be like that? I want to have a raging sex drive too! Off topic again...back to the hormonal issues...earlier I felt like I was totally loosing my mind. Our house is pretty small and the walls are really thin, so every little noise the kids make, its like nails on a chalkboard. I just cringe inside because I want some peace. I love my kids, dont get me wrong, but I am just so darn hormonal right now and stressed to the max. I wish we had a house that was big enough to find a quiet place. I know I should be grateful for the blessings I have been given: healthy children, a roof over my head, food to eat, clothes to wear, but dog gone it, I AM FLAT OUT MISERABLE RIGHT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please just let me get through one more day of this awful hormonally imbalanced day. AMEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549790875730333223-8800953434004346214?l=whineyroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8800953434004346214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549790875730333223&amp;postID=8800953434004346214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/8800953434004346214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/8800953434004346214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-school-today-help.html' title='No school today ~ HELP'/><author><name>Whiney Road</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549790875730333223.post-8406541969830850238</id><published>2009-10-12T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:35:32.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hormones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whine'/><title type='text'>Mad over Chicken Soup</title><content type='html'>I came home after bible study and got so mad that my husband had made chicken noodle soup. I know this sounds ridiculous, but I was so mad. I have just been mad at everything today. I thought the PMS was supposed to stop when you start. This is definitely a crazy hormonal month. Anyways, so I was mad because I wanted to make the soup, but he made it cause he didn't know I wanted to have it for dinner. I still do not know why I was mad. Most women would love it if their husbands cooked, but not me. I just get mad over the stupidest things. I felt like a yoyo all day. I was okay then mad, then okay, then mad again. What is going on with me? Anyone else have these insane mood swings. I swear if I were my husband I would leave me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549790875730333223-8406541969830850238?l=whineyroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/8406541969830850238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549790875730333223&amp;postID=8406541969830850238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/8406541969830850238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/8406541969830850238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/mad-over-chicken-soup.html' title='Mad over Chicken Soup'/><author><name>Whiney Road</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549790875730333223.post-4884388782553484584</id><published>2009-10-10T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:11:42.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hormones'/><title type='text'>Day 3 of this PMS marathon</title><content type='html'>This morning started off okay. I was still pretty cranky when I woke up, but I was hopeful that this ugly side of me would have passed and my period would have finnally arrived, but it had not. I found myself irritable, shakey, unable to think or even know what the hell I was doing, angry, and well...I just wanted to &lt;a href="mailto:bi@tch"&gt;bi@tch&lt;/a&gt; about everything! It was awful and even more awful for my husband. We were supposed to go visit family downtown today, so I was trying my darndest to get dressed to put this bad attitude behind me and go see my husbands family, but I just could not shake this attitude. I honestly felt like I was going mad. I am really against taking medicine to help with things that I deep down feel like I should be able to deal with, but today I decided to just screw it and I took some ativan to help with the nerves and when that did not work I took some vicodin. I took the vicodin a few times throughout the day and it seemed to make all the difference in the world. I was kinda zoned at first, but then I was actually a decent and somewhat normal human being, who was able to be around large crouds without freaking out. It was kind of nice. I think its pretty pathetic that I had to drug myself to handle life. Honestly, I wanted to hide in my house and not see anyone today, but I was able to overcome. I just feel like this is a very unhealthy way to deal with my problems, since it could easily lead to another problem; being addicted to pain pills or anxiety meds. I really hope that tomorrow will be a better day. I want to feel like a somewhat normal person again; if that is even possible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549790875730333223-4884388782553484584?l=whineyroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4884388782553484584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549790875730333223&amp;postID=4884388782553484584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/4884388782553484584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/4884388782553484584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-3-of-this-pms-marathon.html' title='Day 3 of this PMS marathon'/><author><name>Whiney Road</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549790875730333223.post-3636961966526065464</id><published>2009-10-08T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:35:49.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hormones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whine'/><title type='text'>I feel pathetic</title><content type='html'>What a crappy day. I just need to get my whining out, so I feel the need to write more about how pathetically crappy I feel, and I feel worse for feeling crappy. Its like a guilt merry-go-round. It started off bad and now its almost 5:30 and all I want to do is stare at the wall and maybe cry. But strangely I feel unsettled and restless. I do not feel like doing anything; yet, doing nothing is making me want to do something. I just cannot figure out what I should do. I am normally fun and of all the stupid days to feel bad, why today? Why not tomorrow or in a few days? My husband is in a great mood, and our friends want to hang out, but I just want to be alone. Its like I am super depressed, which I know way to much about; been there too many times, but I know I am not depressed it is just PMS and its driving me insane. I know I am not alone. I know almost all women experience this, but in my mind I just somehow believe I am the only wacko who has these mood swings. Anyone out there go through this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549790875730333223-3636961966526065464?l=whineyroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3636961966526065464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549790875730333223&amp;postID=3636961966526065464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/3636961966526065464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/3636961966526065464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-pathetic.html' title='I feel pathetic'/><author><name>Whiney Road</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549790875730333223.post-5910318384385886126</id><published>2009-10-08T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:35:14.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hormones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whine'/><title type='text'>Being a woman SUCKS!</title><content type='html'>Being a woman really sucks sometimes.  I often wonder what it would be like to avoid the mental breakdowns that make me seem like I belong in a mental institution. Even when it is enevitable that your time of the month is coming, it never seems to get easier. Men seem to have it so much simpler. They do have moodiness sometimes, but it is never as bad as a womans. They can fight and get over it; its done they are all best buds again; yet, when women fight they are just awful. They will talk behind each others backs, hold grudges, and more often than not, they will never be friends again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hormonal battle has been going on for a long time; ever since I had my second child it seems as if my life has just become an uncertainty of moods shifts  and skin breakouts depending on what time of the month it is. I have been diagnosed with adult ADD and I have wondered many times, "could I be bipolar?" But, now as I get older, the mood shifts seem to coincide with my cycle and its just so awful. I wonder if I am only ovulating every other month, because I seem to have a good month and then a bad month, but I can never ever get by without PMS before I start. Even if it is only a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have made an ass of myself so many times because of the person I become under stress and during PMS. It never fails that I am around my husbands family and I get all hormonal. What is up with that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have tried birth control pills, but that either made me gain weight, sad, or even more moody. I am currently trying to do Bio identical hormone replacement therapy, but it seems like a never ending process. It has taken a few years to finally see the light at the end of the tunnel with the treatment. They said my progesterone levels were at a 2, yes a 2 on day 23. No wonder I feel like total crap before I start and my testosterone levels are around 20, which is pretty low. I am just too young for this crap. I am so hopeful that the treatment will help. I have not started it yet, but the compounding pharmacy thinks I should get progesterone and testosterone and this might help. I have prayed and prayed for help; for someone to help me with this imbalance and I am just so pessimistic that it will be another lost cause. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549790875730333223-5910318384385886126?l=whineyroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5910318384385886126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549790875730333223&amp;postID=5910318384385886126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/5910318384385886126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549790875730333223/posts/default/5910318384385886126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whineyroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/being-woman-sucks.html' title='Being a woman SUCKS!'/><author><name>Whiney Road</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
