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So, just wanted to pop on this morning to wish everyone a very happy (insert holiday of your choice), and a bright and joyful new year.
I'm (as usual) here at work, counting down the hours until I can leave for a whole two days off. Jess is in San Antonio, visiting her parents. Hopefully, she'll have a wonderful time and Satan won't show up for Christmas dinner like last year. *grin*
I miss her mightily, but as I am now on week three of Celexa, it's much less overwhelming than it might have been, thankfully.
I don't think I'd realized how much I needed the meds. It's not that I was having major depression or anything. It was much more insidious, this low-lying constant blanket of stress that had moved in gradually and sapped my energy, dampened my moods. I didn't realize how much it had affected me until the summer, when we were writing Of Bastard Saints. Then, it was like the fog lightened, and I felt good; creative and energetic and sexual.
I don't feel like that yet. Still have the gallbladder/whatever the fuck it is issue hanging over me, and I'm still not 100%, but I feel so much better. Before, when Jess would go away, there would be tears, and she would be extra stressed because I was so upset, and I would mope around the house.
I still miss her like hell, and I'm sad that I don't have her next to me, of course. She's my wife, and my soulmate and my love. But there's not the sense of despair, or being lost, and ghosting through the days until she returns.
So, yeah. I'm doing pretty well, finally feeling like I have my footing, and can start moving forward. Yay drugs!
*grin*
I'm (as usual) here at work, counting down the hours until I can leave for a whole two days off. Jess is in San Antonio, visiting her parents. Hopefully, she'll have a wonderful time and Satan won't show up for Christmas dinner like last year. *grin*
I miss her mightily, but as I am now on week three of Celexa, it's much less overwhelming than it might have been, thankfully.
I don't think I'd realized how much I needed the meds. It's not that I was having major depression or anything. It was much more insidious, this low-lying constant blanket of stress that had moved in gradually and sapped my energy, dampened my moods. I didn't realize how much it had affected me until the summer, when we were writing Of Bastard Saints. Then, it was like the fog lightened, and I felt good; creative and energetic and sexual.
I don't feel like that yet. Still have the gallbladder/whatever the fuck it is issue hanging over me, and I'm still not 100%, but I feel so much better. Before, when Jess would go away, there would be tears, and she would be extra stressed because I was so upset, and I would mope around the house.
I still miss her like hell, and I'm sad that I don't have her next to me, of course. She's my wife, and my soulmate and my love. But there's not the sense of despair, or being lost, and ghosting through the days until she returns.
So, yeah. I'm doing pretty well, finally feeling like I have my footing, and can start moving forward. Yay drugs!
*grin*
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Date: 2006-12-23 02:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-23 03:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-23 06:31 pm (UTC)My wife put up with over a year of my fretting and compulsive question-asking until she demanded I try meds. Damn! I felt like I'd been let in on a great secret and WTF were other people complaining about life for when they're able to walk around without flashes of doom (if that car were to jump the curb right now...) and their bodies aren't screaming about imminent danger?
So, yes, yay for footing! Yay for drugs! More serotinin for everyone!
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Date: 2006-12-23 09:22 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you're doing okay though, sweetie. Because you deserve to have things go smoothly for a change, and then some. *cuddle*
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Date: 2006-12-24 06:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-24 08:13 am (UTC)Happy Holidays!
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Date: 2006-12-26 04:58 pm (UTC)