I stopped at the park on the way home and walked. Probably not quite a mile, but so much more than I have done recently. And it was good. It felt good. The miracle was was that I was able to do this when what I wanted to do was go home and crawl into bed, I was crashing. And yet I did.
It is tempting to think that this means I can do it tomorrow. I will manage to do something one day, and think I can repeat it another day- only to find that it is a different battle the next day and I give into the depression on that other day. So I never get any consistency. I never get to establish a habit. Things don't get easier.
And I wish that I could say that a walk in the sun fixed my mood- but I am still crashing.
I don't think that raising the cytomel is doing it for me. I wonder about going back on Prozac. It seemed to work well the two times I was on it- and when it stopped working, well, that was before I knew about light boxes and seasonal depression. No antidepressant works for me if I don't do light therapy in the winter. But getting off of Effexor doesn't sound like fun, even with a cross-taper.
I'm actually feeling pretty disillusioned with meds today.
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I have the same struggle, thinking I'm doing something today so I'm going to commit to that and then I can't and get mad at myself. I don't know the solution but I do know it's hard. Sometimes I wish I could come up with realistic expectations for myself and then I am afraid of what those might actually look like.
JMJ
Yeah, I got out and ran yesterday for the first time in 5 days. All I wanted to do was go to bed, but I laced up. It was a bad run, but it was something.
I'm nearly off the Wellbutrin, but I'm not sure that the clonazepam and lexapro are any better.
sigh
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