A major pity party has been going on in my house for several weeks now. I’ve written about my depression a time or two, so you know about it, but what I’ve not mentioned lately is that I am now off the meds. There’s no longer a milligram of a milligram of antidepressant in my body. Why would I go off the meds? I have my reasons. Those of you who are hounding me to take them, please find some other cause to devote your nagging to, because I’m sticking with my decision. The fact that I know why I’m so messed up right now is some consolation. Years ago, before therapy and drugs, I had no idea what was wrong with me. That was misery. This is just not a happy time, but not pure misery, since I’m aware of the problem and I’m also aware that I’m doing what I’m doing for a reason.
So, that’s why my blogging has suffered as of late, and why I might not be a regular blogger for a while. My brain is in a transition and I’m going to be “phoning it in” for a while. I'm also going to be writing a lot of awful poetry. I’m optimistic, however, that I’m going to get through this with a lot of insight which will help me deal with my dark side much better in the future. My very, very bright future.