I've needed to change my toenail polish for probably a month, maybe longer (why on EARTH it took me so long to recognize the various signs that my depression wasn't as well-medicated as it needed to be is beyond me). Tonight I finally got the old polish remnants off, but I don't think I'll put new polish on (basically the color of this mini cooper, with maybe a *smidge* more green in it than the car has) until tomorrow.
I'm only really posting that to say: my toes look FREAKY all un-colored and naked!
Have made Sangria for the DH's birthday barbecue tomorrow. First time I made it. I hope it will pass muster with my SiL, who is not only an AWESOME cook, she and the DH have the same birthday, one year apart, so it is a barbecue for her, too. It was way fun using oranges and lemons from our own backyard.
(why on EARTH it took me so long to recognize the various signs that my depression wasn't as well-medicated as it needed to be is beyond me)
I think the reason for that is depression. The universe is made of irony.
(why on EARTH it took me so long to recognize the various signs that my depression wasn't as well-medicated as it needed to be is beyond me)
I think the reason for that is depression. The universe is made of irony.
Like a snake eating its tail. A SNAKE MADE OF IRONY.
Hm, had a great night, but just got some news that pretty much negates all of it. UGH.
What's going on, Nora? And punctuation for you.
Steph, I feel you. I am seeing a therapist for the first time in years, and I have an appt. with a psych to play with my meds. Celexa for almost 10 years, and is the only thing I've ever been on, and the insomnia keeps getting worse, and more depressive eps, and more anxiety about insomnia, which leads to insomnia, which leads to depression...
CBT, weekly therapy sessions, and a psych. I am OVER hoping medication alone will "fix" it. I am happier than I have ever been, and I would like to feel it for more than 48 hours in a row.
I will prolly redact this in a while, but I just went to my therapist this morning, and while DH "knows" this, you all have known me longer, and listened to my rants and wigging longer, and....ugh.
I understand the appeal of the confessional SO much more than I used to.
Nora, what's your news, if you can share? (I'm SO SO sorry for threadjacking, but this has been preying on me, and I have to share it before it eats me from my bottom. Mea culpa.)
Erin, that's not thread-jacking. I hope you get some relief soon.
Feel free to dump on us at any time. There's a lot of folks with shovels to get it out of your way.
Thanks, Maria. I know I blather here a lot, but really, I am more vocal here than many places about feelings, and I internalize and analyze and verbal dialogue EVERYTHING in my head, and...
And, well, all my friends are busy with babies and their own lives, and no one's spouse needs to hear all therapy-talk, especially when one is newlywed.
Ugh. How does one balance THINKING logically about one's depression, while yet trying to NOT THINK about it, which is what feeds into the loop of obsessing about it.
Brains are kinda stupid. I vote Vulcan.
