Oct 17, 2012 10:11
Hello, Depression. No, I'm not glad to see you. No Love, Me
I am afraid that my depression is getting worse as I grow older. I am beginning to fear what I will be like in 10 years. I don't think my meds are working at a level I need. (Seeing psychiatrist soon for a review. No, really, I am. I can't handle this much longer.) It's as if I build up a tolerance to the meds and then they don't work anymore. Why should that happen to a drug that is supposed to restore the equilibrium to your body? I don't know. I've been on the verge of tears all day. Why, I don't know. I just am. This would be really interesting if it weren't happening to me.
Also, someone activated my klutz powers... I had a handful of Reese's peanut butter chips (the kind for baking cookies) and as I was bringing to my mouth, my finger caught on the edge of the laptop and - well - I'm going to have REALLY fat mice. Sigh.
And the last bright and cheerful thing I have to add: there is a dead raccoon just at the end of our driveway. At first I thought it was a cat (yes, I lost it) then I saw the tail. Poor critter.
klutz,
animals,
depression