A slow pace and the complete absence of daily goals make the days feel like one long, restful meditation.
I’ve done this before, but evidently I need to do it again: I banish doubt and decide to believe the girl.
If my depression is not like scarlet fever, then maybe it’s like an auto-immune disorder; the brain attacking itself.
A list of 16 thoughts from a morning with my depression. Why 16? It just sounded like a good number.
I’ve heard for a long time that it can be difficult to come off the anti-depressant Effexor. I’ve only just started to reduce the dose I’m on, and my brain does funny things in the morning.
I know, I’ve covered this terrain before. But it still feels so important to me to figure this out.
I have my intake appointment with a psychiatric nurse practitioner. She seems knowledgeable, but the jury’s still out.
It helps me to bear this depressive episode when I tell myself it can’t last forever.