I guess it’s been a couple of weeks now since I started taking an anti-depressant. I know it’s supposed to take weeks to make you feel better, even up to a month, but I SWEAR it’s helping tremendously already. Maybe it’s psycho-somatic, but I feel better than I have in ages. I am focusing better. I am sleeping better. I am a LOT less moody, and I have a lot more energy.
It’s hard to put depression into words. I always subconsciously thought it was a case of mind over matter. It’s so not, believe a former skeptic.
You know that feeling you get when you’re excited – a literal physical feeling of joy bubbling up inside? It’s like goosebumps on the inside. Well, you don’t get that when you’re depressed. You might laugh at something funny, or have a good day every once in a while, but your mood always returns to the same state. It’s like that blah feeling you get when you wake up and the skies are dark and gloomy, the winds chilly.
I just wish I would have gotten help sooner. Life’s too short to let depression rob you of your joy.