A friend of mine shared a write-up about “surviving antidepressants” today with the intention of providing suggestions on how to deal with depression and anxiety following the political shifts we are experiencing right now. I clicked it curiously and was horrified by what I read. The writers story sounded extremely frustrating, with a bad experience with one antidepressant and one doctor, and I feel their pain for that. However, their conclusions made me furious.
- You can tell a lot about how I am doing on any given day, by looking at what I am wearing. For a long time, it was just my socks - purple dinosaur knee socks were a sure indicator that something was feeling shaky, yellow elephants friendship socks might mean I was feeling alone. These days, it’s gone a bit further. I’m a bandaid & some purple aviators away from dressing as Hawkeye at least once a week, and if the right bits aren’t clean, I’ll at least wear the purple Chucks.
- I wrote most of this earlier this week except the conclusion, mostly because I hadn’t come to one yet. It’s amazing what a difference a few days make – I’m in a completely different place right now, as you can see from the final paragraph. Keep plugging, friends, things don’t stay hard forever. I’ve been struggling this last couple weeks, I was out of town visiting my adorable brand-new nephew and helping my sister and her husband out, then my husband was out of town, attending a wedding.