mucho loco
Tuesday, August 28th, 2007I have been struggling for nearly two months to completely shake off my persistent depression. This is the longest it has stayed with me, at least that I can immediately recall. There were okay periods but I am in a downward spiral. The simplest task is taking its toll on me. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to bathe. I don’t want to think. Most of the time I don’t want to talk.
I push myself to engage my son, my husband, and do my work. I tried to bloghop & resolved to visit at least all those in my blogroll, but failed - a number of times. I promised the weekend will be better, but at least 8 weekends have passed and I got nothing done. At least, I don’t see a huge change in my to-do-list.
Between March and May I was on a high. I zipped thru my workload. I would make up 20-odd things on my to-do list and still have the energy to stay awake late at night to wait for my husband. I didn’t feel an internal struggle to do anything, I just move.
It’s different now. I struggle to stay awake, to stay focused, to be present. I hate this. I don’t like the fact that I want to do so much but I’ve run out of fuel. Can you understand? It’s crazy why I allow myself to swing up & down like this. I could pop a pill and my mood radar will probably estabilize. But just the thought of another medicine I need to take makes me want to puke, I can almost taste the sick in my mouth.
I can shake this bastard off on my own. I know I can, I just need to give myself time. Prioritise what I need to do. And pray that nothing else f*cks up.
Hey I’m feeling better already. I got one new post (this) and it’s nearly end of the working day. Another day bites the dust.


