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.)
I haven’t had the time or energy to even think about blogging lately. Life has been a blur of work to home to work to home to work, and most of the time I’ve been home has been spent sleeping or otherwise being sluggish.
I haven’t blogged lately, or even really thought about blogging much–exhausted, apathetic, busy, stressed, depressed, out of words. There are dozens of words and phrases that could describe my life and my state of mind lately, and most of them are not good.
2016, for me, was in many ways both the best and worst year of my life so far. The highs were incredible; the lows, excruciating. I’m trying to approach 2017 as a totally fresh start despite the fact that it’s not. Every day, week, month, and year is a continuation of the last one–and I know just enough to understand that the trials of the recent past can help me create a better future.
I’ve had a lot of blog hits in the last few days from various places I’ve called home, so I want to stress that I’m still alive, for starters. Things have just been moving at an insanely fast pace recently and I haven’t had time to do much of anything, let alone blog.
My mental health has been all over the map these last few weeks. I have had some incredible days in there alert, lively, cheerful, talkative, totally at peace with where my life has been and where it’s going. Unfortunately, that hasn’t been a frequent occurrence.