regularjoe
You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day.
It was a good week. Good indeed. It's a feat that I can say that. There seems to be a leveling off a bit. A calming of this crazy psychology. This roller coaster of emotion that I'm on. Monday brought with it, a visit to the psychaitrist and some new meds. Side-effexor, as it's known by some. Already, there is a marked difference in my mood. A lifting of the giant dark cloud that shrouds me so. It could be psychosomatic, but I'm not so sure. I have a very reactionary body chemistry and I felt this way the first time I took Zoloft. Except for the side-effects. Zoloft's side-effects lasted for weeks. Effexor's seem to be almost gone. Thank god for that.
I'm far from remission and even farther from healed. The real work starts next week when I interview a new therapist to help deal with the behavioral issues of being borderline. We'll see how it goes. There's cause for optimism though. I have a better support network than ever before. I have my amazingly understanding, beautiful and caring wife. I have a good friend who "gets me". Knows exactly what I'm going through from having walked a mile in my shoes. I have complete strangers who reach out, just for the sake of reaching out. Often they too, have followed a similar path - that dark place, battling the demons. I have assorted comments, well wishes and hugs that come from all over the world. And finally and maybe most importantly, I have my children. Lights in an otherwise dark world.
Yes, I have good reason to be optimistic. I have good reason to live...
note: This marks the beginning of a new photojournaling project that I'm going to try in order to track progress and regression of this long and winding road. Comments are welcome and encouraged. I love to know when everyone stops by. Thanks!!!
You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day.
It was a good week. Good indeed. It's a feat that I can say that. There seems to be a leveling off a bit. A calming of this crazy psychology. This roller coaster of emotion that I'm on. Monday brought with it, a visit to the psychaitrist and some new meds. Side-effexor, as it's known by some. Already, there is a marked difference in my mood. A lifting of the giant dark cloud that shrouds me so. It could be psychosomatic, but I'm not so sure. I have a very reactionary body chemistry and I felt this way the first time I took Zoloft. Except for the side-effects. Zoloft's side-effects lasted for weeks. Effexor's seem to be almost gone. Thank god for that.
I'm far from remission and even farther from healed. The real work starts next week when I interview a new therapist to help deal with the behavioral issues of being borderline. We'll see how it goes. There's cause for optimism though. I have a better support network than ever before. I have my amazingly understanding, beautiful and caring wife. I have a good friend who "gets me". Knows exactly what I'm going through from having walked a mile in my shoes. I have complete strangers who reach out, just for the sake of reaching out. Often they too, have followed a similar path - that dark place, battling the demons. I have assorted comments, well wishes and hugs that come from all over the world. And finally and maybe most importantly, I have my children. Lights in an otherwise dark world.
Yes, I have good reason to be optimistic. I have good reason to live...
note: This marks the beginning of a new photojournaling project that I'm going to try in order to track progress and regression of this long and winding road. Comments are welcome and encouraged. I love to know when everyone stops by. Thanks!!!