I think the medications are starting to work. After nearly half a year with serious depression and eight weeks at the “things are getting fairly dire” level, my psychiatrist finally upped the dose on one of my meds. It’s now over the recommended limit but that doesn’t particularly worry me. They build a lot of wiggle room in dosing levels to avoid accidents. Besides, I’m … Continue reading When the meds start to work.
I write about my neuroses for several reasons. The first is, write what you know. I’ve spent a lot of time with myself. We’re intimately acquainted. I also write to understand. The more you think about something, the more you come to know it. The more you know, the better you are equipped to fight. This is important when you start falling. Or not falling. … Continue reading It’s like being dragged.
“For me, the fall into depression is not a smooth ride down a slide. Instead, it’s like tumbling down a long staircase with the concomitant bumps and bruises one would expect from such a fall, with brief stops at landings prior to reaching the bottom – except, of course, you never reach the bottom. The pit is infinitely deep, and the stairs go on forever…” Continue reading living in depression flats
“It seems to me that the difference between sane and crazy is just a matter of degree. So, I’m not crazy, per se, I’m just a little more unwell than the rank and file.” Continue reading late night, stream of consciousness ramble
From Famine to Feast 