I'm not quite ready to return to full-fledged blogging, as lo, I have been temporarily retired for an entire week now and can't yet face the resulting responsibility again.
I am only here to say that the blessed end is in sight - I have at long last talked my GP into prescribing medication, hopefully barring me from slipping even further into the mire.
The sky is a bit brighter today. It's about fucking time.
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Oh Mrs. P. Heart? Breaking.
I don't mean to be a nudge, but after the last 20 months, I'm kinda an advocate of the two prong approach: drugs with chatter. Anyone you can go to -- even if only for a few months -- just to unload and unwind and dump? I know, the blog is supposed to be that, but sometimes just being face to face with someone is releasing and people with the right education tend to ask good questions.
No rush, no pressure. Thinking about you. Please take care.
Very pleased, both to hear your 'voice' and to know that your GP is finally listening to you. Is there any chance of getting him to refer you for counselling? I am a big fan, so naturally assume that it will works wonders for everyone.
I am beginning to understand a little about why toddler-tantrums, a la P, can be so bloody depressing. It's started...
glad to hear it
About fucking time is right. I'm glad your GP finally got his head out of his ass on this one. And I hope with all my heart that you're able to take good care of yourself right now.
Relieved to hear that you are seeing some solutions. I hope that you are doing okay, and that your holidays are relaxing and rejuvenating.
Damn. I am so fiercely sorry, but the last line gives me hope. If there is anything I can do, let me know. Seriously.
Good news. I don't know how I would have survived the last year without my darling SSRIs. I'm only now feeling strong enough to step back the dosage.
Hope things improve quickly for you, my dear.
That's good news. Everyone always says that the holidays are stressful, but frankly, I think it the fact that the world tells us that we need to freak the fuck out that creates the illusion of stress. Just too many fucking people doing the same thing, too many members of the herd trying to cram themselves into the same spaces and too much crap being shoved down our throats.
Of course, I medicate myself regardless of the time of year*, but the constant reminder that I'm supposed to be feeling it all much more acutely during this time of year makes me almost crave the meds more, you know? Oh, well. Cheers for medication.
Does running ever help you to feel any better? I only mention it because sometimes when even the meds don't work, I jump on the treadmill and feel a bit more in control and positive, even if it is just for the 33 minutes I'm up there pounding away. Maybe we should arrange for some sort of online race event or something... feh. I don't have any idea how that would work, but it would be so enjoyable to take a run with you. Too bad the Atlantic separates us.
*I mean, I'm certainly not saying that your need for meds is seasonal, but only pointing out that for me, the coincidental feelings at this time of year (for myself) are often too much to ignore. And crap, just jamming my foot further in that I also don't mean that you display the need for medication all the time either. Shit. I'm just going to shut the fuck up now. I just mean to say that I'm glad you are pursuing a path that can help you to feel better, and that while depression isn't currently my bag (anxiety is), I have certainly been there before. It is refreshing when the clouds start to clear a bit, and I hope that the space between the clouds continues to grow for you.
About fucking time, yes. So glad that you're feeling better, Pru. I worry, you know?
Relieved to hear it. Rubbish time of year for feeling bright and breezy, no sunshine.
I am glad the end is in sight and I hope it comes within reach soon. But, take your time.
I was just thinking about you this morning and wondering how you were doing. I hope that the meds help. I'm very glad to hear that your doctor is helping you (finally). It's rough going no matter what, but meds (and counseling) help a lot.
I'm so glad to hear that... I've missed you and know how hard it is to even tie your shoes when you feel like shit about everything and have no fucking clue why (or, um, maybe that's just me)! Chin up and keep us posted (even if it's just a sentence or two).
PS: Many, many thanks for the shout out a while back. You seriously made my month. Really. Maybe I'll even update ye olde blog one of these days...
I'm glad you aren't going for good. I got worried there.
Me? I just wait until I'm at the manic stage of my disorder to blog since my insurance won't cover a script.
I like your plan much better.
No 2 cents from me, but I'm glad you popped in to let us know things are looking up!
Really pleased to see things are looking up and the GP has come round. Not sure whats with GPs - they are either prescribing to everyone or not prescribing at all with no middle way.
Damn. You had talk your doctor into prescribing something? That's appalling.
Pills are good.
We like pills.
Oh Pru, I'm sorry I missed all of this. I'm glad your GP finally heard you and prescribed something. I'm a big fan of counseling too. (Obviously, since I've decided to get some myself.) I hope things get brighter faster.
xx
Flicka
Sending you best wishes and fast action vibes for the pills. Take care Pru.
Meds good ... no other words other than meds good!!
What took the wanker so long? I have been mad at him on your behalf for a long time.
Just echoing a commenter above- talk plus meds helps even more. Hang in there.
Really glad you are getting some chemical help - I, like some others, recommend the talking cure as well, but the drugs are a great start.
(((Hugs)))
ICLW
I am glad you're getting a bit of help, and I hope it gives you the boost you need in the direction you want to head. I am thinking of you.
Good news. I'm really, really glad for you.
Oh hooray!
How I've missed you.
Thinking of you, and sending all kinds of squishy, warm, gooey thoughts from across the pond.
(Ew. That just sounds gross. And my captcha is "urnnal" to top it off)
Am all in favour of better living through chemistry. Or alcohol. Or, preferably, both.
If you want to chat about pnd and other ugly things that one does not talk about, you have my email.
Probably wouldnt hurt me either...
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