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There’s a Reason I’m Nuts

I had come to believe my current state of mental malaise is simply a sign of the times, a head nod to a generation’s promise gone bad, perhaps even a lack-of-exercise induced brain comma.

For months and months I’ve been riding a slippery slope in and out of mild depression. My focus has been minimal, my ability to accomplish more than necessary is sapped and quite frankly, I’m tired. Of myself.

I’m not the only one pissing in my tea. My husband has laid down a bouquet of fresh-cut and nicely arranged adjectives to gently, and not so gently describe my out-of-touch conscience. He’s declared me “difficult”, “weird”, “spaced-out” and “sad.” And these are just a few of the English words he’s used to push me out of my own way. I’m quite sure there are several Portuguese phrases he’s used, mulled on his tongue and released under his breath, that include meanings of which I’m blissfully unaware. I’ve also been clumsier than usual, light headed and, well … just not myself.

After the 1,486th time my dear husband asked with a furrowed brow, “What the hell is wrong with you?” Followed with, “I just want you to be the happiest woman in the world.” I finally made a mental list of symptoms, called my doctor and went in for a little chat. After declaring me officially depressed, she ordered a blood work up, and six vials later I was released to wait and wonder about lab results.

It turns out I have a rather significant vitamin deficiency, and guess what! All the symptoms my husband has been complaining about, and I’ve been chalking up to anxiety, there’s actually a rather simple remedy.

Here’s the catch … apparently this vitamin deficiency, long term, can lead to memory loss and dementia, permanent neurological damage. Sounds kind of scary, right? Well, not if I take care of it, which I am, but I think maybe I just received an unexpected gift. The next time someone complains that I’m acting strangely, I at least have an excuse.

If all else fails, I’m simply going to find this store and make myself right at home!

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