I really don't want to get back on medications again but I think it may be necessary.
I've been clean for 9 months and 2 weeks but haven't taken meds in well over 2 years.
A part of me thinks I need to just ride it out and see if things improve by the time I get 1 year clean.
So what's going on with me to be considering an option I complete fucking despise? Very simply, I find no pleasure in anything. No passion. No nothing. I find myself caring less and less for those around me (whether close to me or just the stranger on the street). Fuck, I can't even write like I used to. Creativity, ability and desire has been gone for some time now.
I wasn't always like this.
I'm hoping my attitude/perceptions/perspectives change when I get back to Colorado. For the last three years Pennsylvania has been a temporary living arrangement. There has been no stability for me here in any area of my life so I am thinking that this may be a significant contributing factor to my moods and depression.
Maslow's Hierarchy, I suppose. I own my home in Colorado and being back in a place where all my things and stuff are centrally located as opposed to being scattered in two different storage rooms may help. No more paying rent in a place that leaks my neighbors shitwater whenever they flush their toilet will be a relief.
I dunno. I think I will give it until September 23, 2011 before I decide on going back on meds. This will give me 2.5 months to get settled in Colorado (the place I consider the 'Promised Land') and see if it is purely environmental factors that is causing this depression.
I know for certain that I will NOT go back on Paxil. Fuck that!!!!! It worked very well but I couldn't stand the side effects and the pain of withdrawal from it.
I've been learning a thing or two in my Psychology classes so I can make a more informed decision (in consultation with a trained medical professional) concerning a better med to treat my depression.
A part of me feels like a real pussy. I wanted to live life without ANY chemical assistance but I'm fucking miserable and have gone from a likable, personable, somewhat popular person to a moody, angry and potentially violent piece of shit.
Man, getting and staying clean has been the hardest thing I have ever attempted. I've done it before but this time, this time is MUCH harder.
I fucking hate this feeling of uselessness and fear
I've been clean for 9 months and 2 weeks but haven't taken meds in well over 2 years.
A part of me thinks I need to just ride it out and see if things improve by the time I get 1 year clean.
So what's going on with me to be considering an option I complete fucking despise? Very simply, I find no pleasure in anything. No passion. No nothing. I find myself caring less and less for those around me (whether close to me or just the stranger on the street). Fuck, I can't even write like I used to. Creativity, ability and desire has been gone for some time now.
I wasn't always like this.
I'm hoping my attitude/perceptions/perspectives change when I get back to Colorado. For the last three years Pennsylvania has been a temporary living arrangement. There has been no stability for me here in any area of my life so I am thinking that this may be a significant contributing factor to my moods and depression.
Maslow's Hierarchy, I suppose. I own my home in Colorado and being back in a place where all my things and stuff are centrally located as opposed to being scattered in two different storage rooms may help. No more paying rent in a place that leaks my neighbors shitwater whenever they flush their toilet will be a relief.
I dunno. I think I will give it until September 23, 2011 before I decide on going back on meds. This will give me 2.5 months to get settled in Colorado (the place I consider the 'Promised Land') and see if it is purely environmental factors that is causing this depression.
I know for certain that I will NOT go back on Paxil. Fuck that!!!!! It worked very well but I couldn't stand the side effects and the pain of withdrawal from it.
I've been learning a thing or two in my Psychology classes so I can make a more informed decision (in consultation with a trained medical professional) concerning a better med to treat my depression.
A part of me feels like a real pussy. I wanted to live life without ANY chemical assistance but I'm fucking miserable and have gone from a likable, personable, somewhat popular person to a moody, angry and potentially violent piece of shit.
Man, getting and staying clean has been the hardest thing I have ever attempted. I've done it before but this time, this time is MUCH harder.
I fucking hate this feeling of uselessness and fear

