I prepared for the worst and it never came. In fact, it seems as if I slept through the worst of it. And the worst of it was a little rain, something we desperately need. Based on yesterday’s forecast, Hurricane Isaias, now a tropical storm, was scheduled to spend much of today with us. There were to be 1 to 2 inches of rain and the threat of major power outages as the wind … [Read more...] about All Dressed Up for Hurricane Isaias and No Place to Go
My life goes on
Why Do I Have These Thoughts?
Thankfully, I am not talking about suicide. During my last Psychiatrist visit, my Doctor asked me when the last time was, I had thoughts of suicide. I had to think, before answering. My doctor pointed out that this was an incredibly positive sign. Her patients who know exactly when they had their last suicidal thought are more at risk. But not having those kinds of … [Read more...] about Why Do I Have These Thoughts?
Am I Afraid to Heal?
Is depression my reason for living? After all, I have grown up with depression. We have been together for over 43 years, probably longer. And much of my life was spent not facing my depression. Heck, I was the expert on hiding my depression every time it would come around. I could certainly be the poster child for concealed depression. And then, I can sweep the … [Read more...] about Am I Afraid to Heal?
My Appointment Over, It’s Goodbye Prozac, Hello Wellbutrin
Prozac has been my friend for over a year. But in higher doses, it possibly was the reason I couldn’t get out of bed in the morning. Going from 20 to 40 mg last November, sent me on a journey lasting almost 6 months. And in the end, I finally found relief from the loss of energy. Gone too, was the constant negotiating with myself about getting out of bed. READ: Did I … [Read more...] about My Appointment Over, It’s Goodbye Prozac, Hello Wellbutrin
Just Me and My Depression
If I am “cured” of depression, who will be my friend? Boy, that sounds terrible as I read what I just wrote. And there are several things that jump out at me about that statement. First, I know I will never be cured. A broken leg heals, but that is not the same. Researchers are looking for a cure for cancer, healing those who have it. A cure means people will not die … [Read more...] about Just Me and My Depression