Lexapro keeps me from crying. I'd recommend it to anybody. And don't tell me it's hormonal to cry. Being 15 years past menopause I'll argue that with a rock. Maybe I'm just a big wimp, but it's either Lexapro or sporadic, inapporpriate tears.
Last night at work everything went wrong, no major errors or goofs, just everything else that could happen did. And just like the Beatles, I got by with a little help from my friend... and that's the big "L" that sits on my bathroom countertop. Sure, God did most of it....but Lex let me get through it with dignity. Sometimes I miss the tears but they can be humiliating when they're misplaced. This way I get to keep the stone-faced, who-cares demeanor and nobody sees "me".
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