I went to my psychiatrist because I felt things were beginning to slide. Having months of relief from the crippling actions of depression, things had plateaued. I noticed that things were only OK. Not bad, not great, not really anything but OK. Each day was beginning to be the same. There was this feeling that I wasn’t making progress, that I was stalled, and she set up … [Read more...] about Day Five – I Think Adding Prozac Is Helping
depression and anxiety
Trying to measure my anxiety may make me anxious. Understanding how I am feeling today is not a bad thing. Then looking at the answer compared to how I was feeling five days ago can be helpful. I can judge by this quick exercise whether the new medicine is working. This morning, I am leaning towards “less anxious.” Now I still have a list of things to do today. I have … [Read more...] about Will I Be Less Anxious Today?
High-functioning depression, that’s me. I can fake it like the best of them. Hiding my true feelings is an art form for me. There are so many ways I can tell you “I’m fine, I'm excited, I’m darn glad to be here.” In some ways, this is always true. Being anywhere is always preferable to the alternative. But being myself in every situation is difficult. And letting … [Read more...] about With Depression, Am I Ready To Tell the Truth to My Psychiatrist? – Part I
I do have a choice about this. I can continue to feel sorry for myself and blame my lack of happiness on depression, other’s actions, or the pandemic. There are lots of potential opportunities to make myself the victim at the hands of any of these. And depression, why it can have a role in how I feel even when I don’t have a clue it is having a role in how I feel. So, … [Read more...] about Am I Expecting Too Much Or Not Enough Out Of My Life?
When asked how I am doing, I can once again say “I’m doing good.” I know this because I am making plans again. When I was circling the drain, I could not envision a future. Heck, I was having trouble seeing the edge of the drain. And feeling up against the wall made it almost impossible to see or feel anything. Making it through the day was often the high point. When I am … [Read more...] about My Depression Is Better, But Where Is Happy?