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Since Sunday I've been having nightmares. I've told them to my wife and that's as far as they're going to go. Most are related to all the hubbub about Hurricane Sandy. Some are about my current financial position and not getting any action on the job front. No interviews. Nada. Plus a revelation or two about my lack of empathy for people. At best, I think everyone's mad at me or hates me. At worst, I'm a vacuum bubble in the midst of society.
On Wednesday morning I decided on staying in bed. I had every intention of remaining in bed, refraining from eating and facing the world in any respect.
Around noontime I woke from a nightmare, forced myself up, showered and began my day for whatever it counted.
I'm still taking my 40mg of citalopram. If I skip or even if I fear that I skipped I'll take one upon waking. It's important to be level-headed and avoid depression. Today was a warning that I was getting too close to the edge and a clump of dirt fell out from underneath me into the yawning abyss of hyperbole and sadness.
Must remember every day is a fight. Each time I get up and face the day, I've won.
On Wednesday morning I decided on staying in bed. I had every intention of remaining in bed, refraining from eating and facing the world in any respect.
Around noontime I woke from a nightmare, forced myself up, showered and began my day for whatever it counted.
I'm still taking my 40mg of citalopram. If I skip or even if I fear that I skipped I'll take one upon waking. It's important to be level-headed and avoid depression. Today was a warning that I was getting too close to the edge and a clump of dirt fell out from underneath me into the yawning abyss of hyperbole and sadness.
Must remember every day is a fight. Each time I get up and face the day, I've won.