If you were to ask me how I’m feeling these days, and I told the truth, I would tell you that I’m tired.
I’ve been on my new antidepressant for about six weeks, and things are going really well on that front. I feel happier and have a little more energy than I did, which makes a lot of things a little easier.
New antidepressant, new routines. There are a lot of things I’m trying to change right now, and I just have to be patient enough to see this through. (And if you know me well, you know I am not a terribly patient person.)
For those of you who haven’t heard, Dallas and I are preparing to relocate to the Washington, DC metro area in the next couple of weeks. He’s accepted a contract researcher position on an encyclopedia project in his field that he’s worked on before; I will be transferring with my current company while putting out feelers for jobs in history/museums/libraries/archives/education. (I’m not picky, but I’d love to be doing something that uses my degree!)
It always feels good to get back home, even if it’s just home from work, but this morning, I’m especially grateful to be here.
I’m still alive! In all seriousness, I feel a lot better than I have in quite a while.
It’s almost a month into 2016 and this is the first blog post I’ve made in the new year. I started and trashed at least three of them, but here goes nothing.