Mar 12, 2016 10:29
It's been a bit of time, and I've had a hard few weeks.
I'm slipping into depression again. But I have done the appropriate things: called up my (marvelous) former psychiatrist, and got an appointment. Told my loved ones. Made lots of lunch dates and such with people I know and like.
One thing I have now, that I never had before, was the belief that I can get through this and it won't go on forever. It can be fixed. Maybe through meds alone, maybe not. But it isn't forever.
life,
health