Posts about, among other things, mental illness, mental health, and recovery.
I take antidepressants three times a day, every day. Twenty milligrams of Trintellix and twenty of Latuda. The latter is a bit of a misery. It locks up the muscles in my face and causes tongue twitches. Really. It’s why I pushed dinner back to eight o’clock. I take the drugs with food, so if I can eat late, I only have to be awake with the side effects for a short while.
Sometimes, I skip a dose… Continue reading Sometimes I skip a dose.
Movies have taught me that I should make sure my shoes are always end of the world appropriate. I don’t want to be stuck fighting aliens or natural disasters in high-heeled boots. Especially since they’d likely be my last pair of shoes…. Continue reading What movies have taught me.
““As soon as we realize that in this very moment we already have enough, and we already are enough, true happiness becomes possible.” – Thich Nhat Hanh
I read that this morning, after getting up, after getting dressed – no makeup but we do the best we can – putting on some jewellery, eating breakfast, and journaling. And, through it all, I felt like shit. I couldn’t maintain the moment. I was not enough…”
Continue reading The gap between knowing and feeling.
I don’t like the little red bubbles that appear over the icons on my phone. I dread notifications. Even the noises irritate; it’s why I keep my phone set to mute most of the day… Continue reading Ignoring notifications.
