Not that I won’t still have a place in my heart for Prozac. Before both of those, I researched SAM-E. Knowing it could have mood adjusting properties, I started taking it maybe 10 years ago. It wasn’t because I thought I had depression (which I now know I do), but because it helps with joint pain. At least, that is what I told … [Read more...] about Wellbutrin Could Be My New Best Friend
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Guess What I Wrote Down?
It has been months since I opened my WRAP® PLAN workbook. There have been so many things competing for my time, that I let my own needs, my personal self-care slip to the side. I know there will be good days and days of inactivity. But practicing self-care has been an important part of my recovery. It is important that I remind myself about putting on my own … [Read more...] about Guess What I Wrote Down?
Will I be Ready for My New Psychiatrist?
I promise to tell my new Doctor the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Going into my doctor’s office and putting on my concealed depression face results in me not getting the true help I need. Depression is once again getting me to be secretive. It reminds me that no one understands me as well as it does, and I should be wary of anyone (or … [Read more...] about Will I be Ready for My New Psychiatrist?
Every Day I Push the Same Rock Up the Same Hill
Some days it is a pebble and the hill is hardly noticeable. Other days, it is a boulder and the hill is more of a mountain, that ascends almost vertically from the valley floor. During these days, my depression is everything. Concealing it and acting to the world like nothing is wrong takes all my energy. And I mean every single ounce of energy I can muster to keep people … [Read more...] about Every Day I Push the Same Rock Up the Same Hill
If I Only Had 10 Days to Live
A year ago, my focus was on Major Depressive Disorder. Would I figure it out? Was there life for me going forward? Could I see past the wall that I was up against? Although at that moment, I could not see the big picture, somewhere in my anatomy, I knew I would make it. Remember, I am very competitive and would never want to see depression win. As I figure out depression, … [Read more...] about If I Only Had 10 Days to Live
