I have been doing everything I can for my SADS. I have a therapy light at my desk and take vitamins. This seemed to work for awhile. I think it is deeper than this. I am going to start taking my celexa tomorrow. For the past two weeks I have been unfocused at work, restless, and I just can't concentrate.
There are anniversaries of certain events. My good friend Molly died two years ago, February 18th. She died in her sleep. She was only 39 and suffered from juvenille diabetes.
I am so scattered that it is hard to even write, but I feel I need to, to get this stuff out.
I worry about death constantly. Not just my own, but the deaths of everyone I care for. I use to take very good care of myself. Plenty of exercise and I ate well. I took care of my house. But, now, I feel like I am a mess. I have physical pain when I exercise (beyond the normal aches and pains), a dirty house, and I just worry all the time. Hopefully getting back on an antidepressant takes care of all of this sadness and anxiety.
I have a great job, great friends and family and a wonderful home. I am so blessed and fortunate.
There is no reasoning with depression though. Genetics are a bitch.
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You shouldn't suffer if you think medication can help. I don't know how I would survive without mine
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