A good friend recently suggested that I may want to resume taking antidepressants.
I'll give you a minute to let that sink in a bit.
I had thought I was doing well. I had thought that maybe I needed to start therapy again, maybe, possibly. But that coupled with the fact that I think it's time to find a new therapist... seems a bit, oh I don't know, overwhelming. I did not think I was anywhere near the antidepressant stage.
This does not give me much confidence in my current state of mind.
I don't even have time for a haircut. Spring! Sports! No life for you! How am I to make time for therapy? Do I really want to have to start all over explaining my brand of crazy? That just seems so exhausting. After my recent spate of medical doctors and their serious lack of helping me, I have decided to suck it up and ignore any and all physical problems. I keep thinking I should do the same with the crazy. Except the crazy affects the people who live with me. And that is not really fair. GAH! I don't know. Maybe I'll just go to bed early tonight and continue to
ignore, ignore, ignore.