After a fairly extended dry spell, in the past two weeks I have written:
The thing is, two weeks ago the shrink put me on a new antidepressant drug. So far it has not made any difference to my mood. My physical energy is still pretty much in the toilet. Having worked hard to get my sleep back up to seven or eight hours per night, now I'm getting three or four. And, despite the increase in productivity, I don't have any sense of accomplishment over any of it.
- eight sermons
- two additions to the AI series
- two more additions to volunteer management
- three more pieces of my memoir
(No I know you haven't seen all of it. Some of it's still in the bin. I don't want to post all of it at once.)
My mental health counselor says that it shows that something is working although we don't know the outcome quite yet. I would tend to agree with this assessment. Generally speaking with antidepressants it takes at least a month before you have any kind of an idea whether you're getting a benefit out of it or not.
This is my ninth trial of an antidepressant drug. I'm not holding my breath. I have low expectations. I'm not going to quit yet. But the weird symptoms are just a little bit disturbing.
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