I realise there aren’t many people following this blog (thank goodness – otherwise I’d feel guilty and accountable!) But for those who are here: thank you, and I hope to share more with you over the coming months.
There’s not a whole lot to report, really. I suppose the main reason I wasn’t writing as much was that the antidepressants were working so wonderfully and I’ve been feeling so great that I stopped spending so much time in my own mind, therefore having less to say on here and more living to do in the real world!
Once upon a time, I was a devout skeptic when it came to meds. At least, I knew I didn’t need them, as diet and exercise had always been enough for me to keep my demons at bay. I never doubted that for more serious conditions, meds were the way to go (alongside counselling and/or other therapeutic measures as directed by a medical professional).
Then last year, when my best efforts to combat this on my own resulted in little more than me feeling wracked with guilt for not eating or exercising perfectly, and I’d stopped sleeping for more than 3 or 4 hours at a time each night, I knew I had to try something. I was willing, at that point, for that something to include medication.
In the past 4 months, I’ve felt more awake than I did in the previous 12. One amusing result of that is I keep thinking I’ve only been living here with Jake for a few months, or that our first date was a year ago. It’s a wonderful thing to realise I’ve have almost two years with this wonderful man already; hopefully the next two are less tumultuous than the last, for his sake as well as mine!
Seriously though, I could go on for hours about how wonderful Jake is and how supportive he’s been. I won’t – but I could. For those who love me: rest assured, I am well taken care of when I can’t take care of myself.
In short: the meds are working, I feel like myself and life feels bright and full of possibility again – no small feat.
I’ll leave you with a photoreel, some highlights from the past few months: