Today, I was writing my submission to the next issue of

This is exciting for two reasons: First, obviously, because it's a piece of original fic, completed on time, and in the Danse Macabre 'verse, but more importantly because this is the first time I've written since the beginning of meds fiasco. That is, when the shrink put me on an anti-anxiety med that turned around and gave me a rather severe case of clinical depression. Then she put me on something else, which made me manic and unable to eat or sleep, but I was still experiencing the lethargy and apathy from the depression. I've been meds-less for just over a week (I took my last pill on Friday, before the 'rents came and pulled me out of school), but I was only slowly getting to feel back to normal.
I think I'm finally on the mend.
- Current Mood:
up
- Current Music:a motorcycle outside
Comments
Glad the meds are getting out of your system. My brother's taking meds, but they just don't seem to be able to find the right pill/dosage to do him much good. I've taken Effexor a couple of times, and that worked just dandy for me, so I guess I was pretty lucky.