She is someone I am learning to talk with. Kinda odd for me because she is like, “you have to focus on the good.” And I am like, “I am too smart to be naive.” (And I am in a city with 800k people. Stats go up for crime, etc.) But we are talking about Jack.
At bedtime yesterday, David was like “What have you eaten today.” I said I had a small burrito at 3 PM. We started talking. He asked me if I was hungry. I was like, “I haven’t felt hunger for days.” Do you feel anything? Not really. You are seriously depressed. Call behavioral health.
I did. (He was so right. This is how I felt when I fled Jack to Visalia. Nothing. Emptiness. Numb. Far away from everything.)
I am waiting to hear back from my psychiatrist. I have been telling him for months that lexapro does not work for me.