Here is the bizarre thing about antidepressants:
I know that they work. I know because the times I have forgotten to take them for more than 2 days in a row have been miserable. Picture a weepy mess unsure why she can't get off the couch. Picture 5 naps a day. Picture grumpy and snappy. Picture...picture me before the meds, I guess.
But I also know that really, I can go 2 or 3 days and be safe. Except that these little pills make wonderful placebos. So if I start to feel down and I remember I haven't taken them yet, I just pop a pill and feel much better (Even though I know that it is physically impossible for Zoloft to have that quick of an effect). And if the depression strikes on a day where I have taken the meds, I just have to tell myself over and over again that I took them that morning, so I should be feeling all right. And, pretty often, that does the trick.
It's kinda like how when you realize that you forgot your deodorant that morning you instantly start dripping sweat. I mean, you would probably sweat more either way, having forgotten your antiperspirant, but knowing you forgot just makes it worse. And telling myself I wore deodorant (even when I didn't) will usually keep me from sweating.
This mind-body connection thing is crazy.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I still haven't taken my meds today...