Being off my zoloft is horrible. Not only do I break down very badly but I have millions of random thoughts about problems that seem to have no solution. It seems like the zoloft is a dam and when I'm not on it the problems just flow right on by. It's sort of a scary feeling. Everything is confusing and frustrating. Things I can normally handle only feeling minimully stressed by are now tearing me apart inside. I hate that I have a jealous bone, I hate that I have an incredibly hard time trusting my husband, and I hate that I seem to have a stupid obsession with love. I need to feel that I am loved BY SAM. Other people can love me and tell me they love me and say wonderfully nice things about me, but unless I am feeling loved by Sam I can't seem to be happy. It's ridiculous that I base my feelings off of how I think he feels about me, and I know that, but I can seem to control how I feel. I guess the best thing I can do is control my reactions to my feelings, but that seems very difficult. When I feel a certain way I want Sam to understand so maybe he'll try to help me be happier, but he just wants me to solve all of my own stuff and I've been working on that since I was 12 and it hasn't happened yet so I'm not sure if it ever will. I'm reading a book right now called "The Dream Giver." It's sort of inspirational. I also just finished a book called "Fascinating Womanhood." That was suppose to give me tips on how to have a lasting relationship. This really is no fun, most of the time (when I'm taking the zoloft regularly) I don't even think about stuff that bugs me to a great extent, only if the problem is directly in front of me. Right now I have to deal with all of these emotions, probably at a worse level than if I was never on medication to begin with and my "support system" is half a country away. Not to mention my extra moodiness makes taking care of Austin ALL DAY by MYSELF a little more taxing. I love him, and he's super cute, but Sam makes things a lot easier. :-(