Life has been throwing all sorts of shit at me recently (family, health, job, flat), and two weeks ago I seriously had no idea how I was going to survive the next weeks. All of these things are still there (although I’m happy to report the flathunt has been going well), but after starting back on my meds the future is daunting but I am confident that I’ll master it.
Yes, I was happy to be off the meds, to be able to cope with two winters in a row with only the help of St. John’s Wort. But after spending several weeks sliding steadily downwards, *this* close to reaching breaking point, doing acupuncture and going back on anti-depressants has pulled me back to the surface. I am still tired and struggling (and still dizzy at times, but only for short periods, not whole days anymore) but I can also breathe and see the sun again. So to the people that still think that mental illness is “only in your head” and requires nothing more than “pulling yourself together” to overcome it: I kindly ask you to FUCK OFF. I don’t need you in my life.
As always, though, the biggest thanks to my friends and family for sticking with me. Seriously. I know it’s not always easy. And happy Fourth of July to everyone in the States! 🙂
