Sorry for the silence lately.
I’ve been trying to get myself in a better place. The new prescription for depression and anxiety seems to be really helping. Slowly, I can feel the changes coming on. I no longer feel like I’m always on the edge of “Losing IT”. I no longer feel like there’s someone else inside my skin just waiting to rip it’s way out like The Incredible Hulk to spray it’s rage on everyone. The random crying jags have stopped. The anxiety attacks are gone too. I actually feel like DOING things. I’m cleaning a bit more, moving around a bit more.
The thing is, as I go through these changes I’m not sure what to say. No one wants to hear about the minutiae of coming out of depression and anxiety. Unless you’ve gone through it, you can’t really understand it. The process is different for everyone.
All I can really say is that it comes at the right time. The Tween leaves Sunday for 8 weeks of visiting family. Usually, I’m a nervous wreck. Overly angsty is my normal response and this time I’m not going there, so far. Heh. We’ll see how I am Sunday.