If I were an actor in a play, I would be asking the director that question. Seriously, I am not sure why I am doing the things I am doing. That being said, some things are clear. I travel to my day job because they have fantastic health benefits. This is worth the time and…
Month: November 2019
I can’t believe I’m getting out of bed when the alarm clock rings
Ok, so I’m not jumping out of bed yet. But after the past six months of often resisting getting out from under the covers, this is real progress. I mean, “alert the media” kind of stuff. The crazy (can I use that word?) part about this is I did not know for a while that…
Happy Thanksgiving
Thank you for all our bounty. I am traveling today. By the time this is posted, I will have arisen around 4:30 AM, driven two hours to the airport and boarded a plane for Boston. By 10 AM, we will be in Boston to celebrate Thanksgiving. Spending the day with family, we will be flying…
My love/hate relationship with holidays
Growing up, I was the kid excited about the upcoming holidays. It wasn’t always the presents, though that was certainly a factor. After all, I was a child. I remember the Sears Christmas catalog coming in the mail. I would dog-ear pages and make sure Santa knew that I was good, so the odds of…
I bumped into my old self this morning
It was totally unexpected. I guess I had secretly hoped it would happen but was very guarded in my expectations. It has been five days since my Psychiatrist increased my Prozac from 20 mg to 40 mg daily. My instructions are to let him know in 3 weeks how I am feeling, sooner if there…
This is true for me
I’m off to work. I will write later.
Doing the Drugs; Part II
Today my Psychiatrist upped my Prozac to 40mg daily. This is double the 20 mg I have been taking since the end of April. Thinking about how this came to be, I am sad, mad and glad that it happened. Taking medication, along with therapy seems like a straight-forward process. You see a doctor, get…
I can’t believe I lied to my Psychiatrist
Well, maybe I just did not tell him everything. That sounds a lot better. Yet, in the end, I wasn’t honest about how I was doing. My years of practice hiding and concealing my depression kicked in when I went in to see him last week. It had been three months since I first saw…
What am I waiting for, an engraved invitation?
There are so many more things I could be doing right now. How can I decide? That is what I am working on currently. It should make me happy, glad, excited to be wanted by others. To have people I admire say “you could be a big help and contributor to the success of our…
28 weeks into recovery, now I have residual depression?
I knew living with depression was not going to be a cakewalk. There are challenges and setbacks, successes and snags in my recovery. Now I find out that there are response and remission. I know I was thinking of my recovery as remission. How naive is that? Speaking with my Peer Advocate today, I heard…
