Oh goodness, what a week of horrors, must be that time of year again. The season changes for me happen frequently, too frequently for my liking... The seasons I mean are the emotional ones. Summer is long gone, though I spent the last two months in the Caribbean I couldn't actually tell you the last time I had summer to tell the truth. Will someone please assure me that the life of the clinically depressed is not the eternal damnation of winter. Don't get me wrong I love the real winter, but holy jeez, somethings gotta give!
Let me assure you that when in a low emotional state yourself, that is bound to frustrate and stagnate the rest of your household, which turns back to bite you in the ... and its doesn't seem to just bite and let go, for unknown reasons it hangs on. and on.
I have quite the bruised arse at the moment.
Enter new meds. yay, or not. A point that is still up for debate. Constantly dizzy, nauseous, spacey, confused, zero energy and most definitely self-deprecating. Makes me wonder about all those times I hear people say that depression is all in one's head, as if its a choice! really now. Kinda like being fat, no matter how compassionate you are your helpful hints definitely don't help, because one just doesn't have the ability to comprehend with out being in the same position. There seems to be alot of that going around.
And finally the well worn words of "what now?"
good question, I have no clue. Lucky for me I have a great support team, when I allow them to support me, and a fair bit of creativity. Luck indeed. hmm yeah I still have no answers but I am grateful that I finally starting to learn how to ask the questions.
oh right, speaking of lost, I can't find my camera battery charger ANYWHERE!? so sad I can't even take pictures of my beautifully crafted apple hand tarts. YUM and pretty too, but you wouldn't know it, but you can take my word for it and try it yourself
HERE.
