Prozac has been my friend for over a year. But in higher doses, it possibly was the reason I couldn’t get out of bed in the morning. Going from 20 to 40 mg last November, sent me on a journey lasting almost 6 months. And in the end, I finally found relief from the loss of energy. Gone too, was the constant negotiating with myself about getting out of bed. READ: Did I … [Read more...] about My Appointment Over, It’s Goodbye Prozac, Hello Wellbutrin
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Just Me and My Depression
If I am “cured” of depression, who will be my friend? Boy, that sounds terrible as I read what I just wrote. And there are several things that jump out at me about that statement. First, I know I will never be cured. A broken leg heals, but that is not the same. Researchers are looking for a cure for cancer, healing those who have it. A cure means people will not die … [Read more...] about Just Me and My Depression
No Cell Phone, Just the Thunderstorms Rolling In
Look at me, I’m unplugged and taking some self-care time. And it is pretty darn relaxing. Just sitting on the front porch, rocking in the rocking chair. The sun, when it peaks through the thunderheads, hasn’t reached the rocker yet. In another hour, it will be too hot to sit on the front porch. Then, I will move to the back deck and find a suitable chair. I may even … [Read more...] about No Cell Phone, Just the Thunderstorms Rolling In
4th of July in a “This Time It Will be Different” Country
"This time it will be different" was what I told myself about depression for over 40 years. I support free speech and the right to congregate and express grievances. Being a Baby Boomer, I have marched and chanted “make love, not war.” I know firsthand the injustices citizens can be subjected to by police and others in authority. On a day set aside to honor our saying … [Read more...] about 4th of July in a “This Time It Will be Different” Country
I’m Glad I Did Not Know How Bad I Was
Imagine saying this out loud: “My last bottom was the deepest, darkest, most horrible place I have ever been.” Yet that was me last year. Reading through some of my older writing, I came across this line. It reached out and stunned me. How could I have written that? I had no idea I was that bad. It’s no wonder I sought professional medical attention. Reading that again … [Read more...] about I’m Glad I Did Not Know How Bad I Was