September 13th, 2011 | Author: trancejen
My shrink would say that I had a Major Depressive Event or Episode or some such shit.
All I know is that it sucked and I cried (that one was for all you Dooce [trademark] fans), and that I’m glad to be snapping out of it a little.
I’ve been on a new anti-depressant for a few weeks now. To say that it saved my ass would be putting it lightly. Three times a week I was having conversations like this one:
“Jenny-fahr, I want you to check into the hospital.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Don’t wanna.”
“I am worried you’re going to harm yourself.”
“No.”
So what if I was only showering once a week and sleeping seventeen hours a day? I was FINE, damn it.
Gah.
Another thing that seemed to really save my ass was the treadmill. I don’t know what happened – call it divine intervention, call it what you will, but one day I looked at that bitch and said, “Enough sleeping.”
I started to run, and that week I broke a twelve-minute mile.
I know that exercise isn’t for everyone, but damned if it didn’t help to get this girl out of this funk.
The new med, which has only been out on the market since July or so, has been pretty wondrous so far. I’m only sleeping seven hours per night. I’m eating like a normal person. I don’t feel completely asexual. I don’t feel nauseous or weak.
As much as I hate to quote Charlie Sheen, Winning.
So, there’s that.
In other news, I sometimes talk to my high school/post-high school boyfriend, B. He’s been living in California for years, and while we haven’t actually laid eyes on each other in about 16 years, we’ve remained relatively close. I can’t even begin to stress how important a person this guy was in my life. We were joined at the hip for years.
I got a Facebook message this week that said, “I’m back in the area, call me.”
After a few long phone calls, we’ve decided to go out tomorrow night. What’s weird is that I still feel as comfortable talking to him as I ever did, and the rhythms of our conversations flow as easily as they did 20 years ago. It’s pretty wild.
Should be interesting.
I have a prom photo of us somewhere, I’ll have to post it when I find it.
In still other news, today is haircut day, always an exciting day, always a fun day, and I think I’m going to switch it up a bit, go short, do something different, something.
I wasn’t gone for long, but it felt like a fucking eternity over on this end. I’m glad to be back.
Happy Tuesday.
glad to have you back
for future reference, in case (read when) the hubs needs the anti-deps again, what’s the new med name?
Viibryd.
Glad to see you back! Exercise has pulled me out of a few funks. Nothing like “running” away from your problems till you are exhausted. Helps clean out the ol’ noggin. Hugz
Glad you are baaaack. I want to see you!
Thanks, coincidentally we decided last night that the hubs *does* need to go back on something.
Blah, I hear ya all around. I’ve been taking Wellbutrin for a few years now, probably one of the weakest prescribed, but I don’t want to try anything else. I’m still here, so I guess it’s doing something for me. Exercise does help, can never go wrong with some endorphins. Other things that work for me are trashy tv (Jersey Shore anyone?), good tv (CSI, House), a good movie, and a good book to get lost in. Whatever gets us through the day, right? I think a lot of us are in the same boat, so you’re never alone
Welcome back
I’m glad you’re back. I am going to play “Everyone Says I Love You” on my ukulele for you at Weetacon. Promise. So you better go or else I’m going to have to play awfully damn loud.
Mary, I am looking forward to THAT!!!
If you wouldn’t mind, would you email me in private and let me know the name of the med? I’m struggling FIERCELY myself and we have a lot of the same issues sans seizures… I’m so glad you’re feeling better!!!
Jennie, the med is called Viibryd.
So glad you’re feeling better! XOXO
Hey Jen! Two big fat thumbs up from Florida for you- keep up the strong work. Glad that you’ve peeked out of the door to say HAI.