When I was in my twenties, I was prescribed Prozac for the first time. I spent more than a decade taking the white-and-green capsules.
Since being diagnosed with major depression, I have always been acutely aware of my mood.
I let myself have off days. I will stay in bed watching old professional wrestling footage and seeking solace from Ben, Jerry and Little Debbie.
I try not to let one off day morph into two. On day three, I will force myself to get up and shower and at least try to be a productive human being.
Lately, I’ve been riding a high from the book (which comes out in one two three four five six seven days not like I’m counting or anything). So many good things have been happening. It’s all so heady and exciting! Like a Melissa Etheridge concert.
Problem is I can’t seem to maintain that high.
As high as I feel one day, I feel that low the next.
It’s like riding a rollercoaster. I’m not a big fan of rollercoasters.