Tuesday, September 04, 2012

SD -11 --the prozac edition--

Here I go.  So may questions, so many impulses, rants, raves.  I can't put my train of thoughts back in an order, on a track or even bundle them up and stick them in an ice cream truck.

Today I made an impulse decision to get back on chemicals.  It was an honest trial phase and I'm tired of feeling that lump of black sadness grow in my throat.  I can't avoid things I've been avoiding and I certainly am not finding comfort in food.  I'm just gaining weight.  I'll admit I'm at a messy crossroads.  Today was when I felt that all too familiar feeling of all that depression brings.  I know it well, like that all too familiar feeling of getting a paper cut.  Distinct: nothing else like it in the world.  And then if it's a bleeder you get the blood everywhere.  Wondering where it all went.  I'm in SD and I should be happy but all I do is sleep and dream away my time.  I avoid projects and advancement.  I avoid evolution and just find my worries at the bottom of a bowl of peanut m&ms.  I've been looking for comfort from other chemicals.  Let's get real, I'm trained in chemicals and I'm going about this all wrong.  So to an extent I feel like I've lost.  I feel like I'm the loser.  But there is a freedom in finding a small bandage to help.  Rant, rave, tears, lumps in throat, I just don't have it in me right now.

Moving on is the key.  I don't want to sit down.  I have to keep moving on.

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