Up in time for Breakfast with the Beatles. (I have trouble imagining living in an area that has less good radio programming; I really do. One of the benefits of living in a college town.)
Got my cup of fresh-made morning coffee.
Bren was in town with her mum yesterday; was nice to see Bren again and meet Mary. Neil Marsh and I met them for lunch at Brown Sugar Cafe, a rather nice Fenway Thai restaurant.
Got a Doctor's app't scheduled in about 3 weeks to look into my mood/anxiety...issues... once again. In the meantime, continuing to try out the 5-HTP....mostly because I can't stand the idea of going those 3 weeks without doing something. Beginning to rather suspect that I have been depressed for the past...quarter century. So long, I forgot there was a problem for a long time...got used to it.
That's an entire third (given an approximately 75-year life span) of my life, folks.
I'm finally ready to see if I can become my real self again. Even if that requires an SSRI or something. Maybe...even if that would end up requiring life-long maintenance on an SSRI, something I couldn't bear the thought of before this.
And if so many negative mental habits have been formed, so many depressive mental 'ruts' have been worn that I'll never be able to be quite the person I would have been without it (or is that the depressive pessimism talking again?) I'll at least make an honest go at blunting the effects.
Find some middle ground.
Got to be better than the mental place I've been in since junior high school.
Got my cup of fresh-made morning coffee.
Bren was in town with her mum yesterday; was nice to see Bren again and meet Mary. Neil Marsh and I met them for lunch at Brown Sugar Cafe, a rather nice Fenway Thai restaurant.
Got a Doctor's app't scheduled in about 3 weeks to look into my mood/anxiety...issues... once again. In the meantime, continuing to try out the 5-HTP....mostly because I can't stand the idea of going those 3 weeks without doing something. Beginning to rather suspect that I have been depressed for the past...quarter century. So long, I forgot there was a problem for a long time...got used to it.
That's an entire third (given an approximately 75-year life span) of my life, folks.
I'm finally ready to see if I can become my real self again. Even if that requires an SSRI or something. Maybe...even if that would end up requiring life-long maintenance on an SSRI, something I couldn't bear the thought of before this.
And if so many negative mental habits have been formed, so many depressive mental 'ruts' have been worn that I'll never be able to be quite the person I would have been without it (or is that the depressive pessimism talking again?) I'll at least make an honest go at blunting the effects.
Find some middle ground.
Got to be better than the mental place I've been in since junior high school.