better living through chemistry
Nov. 28th, 2025 04:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jazzfishBeen a minute. Again.
September was rough. October was actively bad and November showed every sign of being worse. Sometime around the end of October I made an appointment with my doctor to talk about antidepressants.
I had intended to try them once I got my job situation sorted out. Then again I had intended to have my job situation sorted out long before it got this bad. The thing about me and depression is that episodes always have an external trigger. It's not precisely something that's a part of me. Except for how it's always lurking, waiting for something to go wrong badly enough that it can slip through.
Long story short, I've been on Wellbutrin for a little over a week. It's been ... good? The week or two before I had reached the point of strugging with getting up off the couch to do anything fun, because I couldn't conceive of enjoying anything. That particular weight is lessened. I'm baking, and generally making decent food, and reading things for fun rather than "because this is what i'm reading now".
It's disrupting my sleep, I think. I'm waking up three or four times a night rather than once or twice. I am sticking with it for at least another week in the hope that this sorts itself out; if not, there's plenty of other flavours of drug I can try.
So that's what I've been up to for the last couple of months.
Other than that ... reading, playing with and sitting with Mr Tuppert, applying for jobs. Some boardgaming. More videogaming than I care to admit, less Getting Outside or Seeing People than I would like.
Hanging in, I guess.
Happy birthday-plus-one to me.
September was rough. October was actively bad and November showed every sign of being worse. Sometime around the end of October I made an appointment with my doctor to talk about antidepressants.
I had intended to try them once I got my job situation sorted out. Then again I had intended to have my job situation sorted out long before it got this bad. The thing about me and depression is that episodes always have an external trigger. It's not precisely something that's a part of me. Except for how it's always lurking, waiting for something to go wrong badly enough that it can slip through.
Long story short, I've been on Wellbutrin for a little over a week. It's been ... good? The week or two before I had reached the point of strugging with getting up off the couch to do anything fun, because I couldn't conceive of enjoying anything. That particular weight is lessened. I'm baking, and generally making decent food, and reading things for fun rather than "because this is what i'm reading now".
It's disrupting my sleep, I think. I'm waking up three or four times a night rather than once or twice. I am sticking with it for at least another week in the hope that this sorts itself out; if not, there's plenty of other flavours of drug I can try.
So that's what I've been up to for the last couple of months.
Other than that ... reading, playing with and sitting with Mr Tuppert, applying for jobs. Some boardgaming. More videogaming than I care to admit, less Getting Outside or Seeing People than I would like.
Hanging in, I guess.
Happy birthday-plus-one to me.