Coming Back to Life

A couple of months ago I decided I'd had enough and went to a councilor to talk about my depression. I called it "boiled frog syndrome": I was treated for depression 20 years ago, was on Prozac for six months, got my life on track, and did all right for awhile. Then, slowly, I've been sliding back into the hole, one bad decision at a time. I'm back on Prozac, and after three weeks I could start to feel a difference. I no longer feel like I'm swimming through syrup every day. I'm not a whirlwind of activity, but I'm getting things done, and I don't feel like a Complete Failure at the end of the day if I didn't get to everything on my list.

The only side effects so far are a bit of dehydration, and I want to sleep 12 hours a day. At first I was a bit woozy, but I was woozy before the meds, so that's probably my low blood pressure. Still having lots of epic dreams, but have been negligent about writing them down. Hope to get better on that score. Just found my Herman Riffel book again, so I'm going to re-read that.