I woke up feeling awful this morning. As time goes on, I seem to be doing a tiny bit better in regards to dealing with the withdrawal symptoms of being of Paxil.

This morning however, I work up feeling like I was going to puke again. It’s getting so old already.

Crawling back into bed isn’t an option today because the kids need to get to school and Gavin needs his weekly bloodwork done.

I’ve been finding that if I push through the nausea, it starts to get better the more I move around. That sorta seems counter intuitive and I can’t explain it outside of an endorphin thing.

Either way, it’s still a daily struggle and some days are worse than others.

We all have our burdens to bare and this is mine, at least for now.