dr_pwnage

The time has come, I think. I need to go back on depression medication. When everything in your life is so good, and you can't enjoy it...that really sucks. My shrink told me last fall that if I felt like going off drugs, I could give it a try. It's been since the end of November, and I have to say, I don't know how I got along all those years before medication.

At least with me I KNOW that it is chemical. I haven't had any real tragedy or abuse or even hard times that anybody else hasn't had. My brain just doesn't make happy juice like everybody else's.

Nothing to worry about; I've been here before. Looking forward to it, actually. I have never had my shit together as much as I did when I was on drugs. It's just that now I know...it will probably be forever.

Oh well. At least it works.

The funny thing that I have noticed is that when people take antidepressants they LOVE to talk about it with you. Either that, or I just attract all of them, because as soon as I made the decision to see somebody about it for the first time a few years ago, EVERYBODY that I shared with told me about their prescriptions and their problems. It was almost like a sitcom. Maybe the whole world can't think straight...that would be funny, eh? But, not far from the truth, I think.

So, I started Monday and within a few weeks I should be feeling normal again.

Can't sleep, don't want to leave the house, don't want to eat or exercise or watch TV or play video games or go to the beach...NOTHING. It's....well, I guess it's MADNESS.

Soon I will be right as rain.