Prozac Nation

Day one on Prozac. I woke up this morning feeling clammy, as though I’d been jogging in my sleep. Or as though the drug had got hold of me and had spent several hours shaking me violently. It’s nothing new. All this stuff is expected. I could write a book about depression if only I had the concentration or sufficient mental ability.

I’ve been on the internet doing the ‘MoodGym’ – a CBT type ‘course’ to ‘unwarp’ my thinking. It’s mostly quite patronizing, but vaguely informative. My GP recommended the site. So I had a look. I’m bored with it already. It has many pearls of wisdom, for example, WUTIWUF (what you think is what you feel). No shit.

I’m going to try taking 5-HTP and Chromium supplements. They might do something. At this point I’m even considering hypnotherapy.

I made a real effort to talk to my work colleagues today. This last week I’ve been mostly mute and introverted, but today I felt able to contribute a few sentences, a few smiles. Maybe soon I’ll be laughing.