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Not that I imagine the internets are terrible interested. Still, I'm still here.
On Friday morning, I went to a doctor. She was not Irish. She took me seriously. Now I have, for a month, the lowest possible dose of an SSRI known here as Lexapro, and everywhere else by another name entirely. Instead of spending the weekend in an anxious fret, I spent it feeling marvellously complacent.
I don't trust this feeling of complacency, exactly. But it's a hell of a lot better than the anxiety. One hell of a lot better.
Still not exactly on top of things, though, but I'm not going to work myself back into a guilty fret.
My plans for the next week includes spending a lot of time getting to know some curse tablets a whole lot better.
On Friday morning, I went to a doctor. She was not Irish. She took me seriously. Now I have, for a month, the lowest possible dose of an SSRI known here as Lexapro, and everywhere else by another name entirely. Instead of spending the weekend in an anxious fret, I spent it feeling marvellously complacent.
I don't trust this feeling of complacency, exactly. But it's a hell of a lot better than the anxiety. One hell of a lot better.
Still not exactly on top of things, though, but I'm not going to work myself back into a guilty fret.
My plans for the next week includes spending a lot of time getting to know some curse tablets a whole lot better.