Depression lies. It’s a really good liar, too. The hardest part of living with depression is siphoning the distortions from reality.
I’ve been in a weird place. I started to feel better this weekend, then slipped right back down. My head feels heavy again. It’s hard to focus. Thoughts can’t entirely be trusted. I’m not even sure I should be taking my medication; I feel like a lot of this has something to do with Wellbutrin. The same thing happened to me on Viibryd.
The medication seemed to be working. I felt great; I could focus and write again. Then, all of a sudden, I could barely function. Thoughts that were not mine slipped into my head at random.
I’m still not quite ready to share my Viibryd experience. I’m sure it helps some people. It almost killed me.
Wellbutrin seems to be affecting me the same way.
Depression is a bitch, to say the least.
Between my mental and physical health, I’ve been slogging through edits for Savannah’s Song. Because of Sulfazine, my joint pain has improved quite a bit. But one lymph node in my neck has been swollen and sore for a week now, and I’m exhausted. I don’t know if it’s Sulfazine side effects or something else brewing.
I need to make a barrage of appointments with my doctors, but to be honest, it’s all a little overwhelming.
So I’m taking it all a little at a time, because sometimes that’s all you can do.