My absence for the last couple of days has been down to extreme business at work. I’ve been desperately trying to hold on to my sanity, but it’s a losing battle. Went to the doctors and they upped my prozac dosage to 40mg. I’ve put on a bit of weight, but am confused because my clothes don’t feel any tighter, and I don’t think I look any different. I don’t have to do any more of those stupid seminars at work, because I filled out a feedback questionnaire after the last seminar and told the truth, and my boss pulled me aside and told me I didn’t have to go to the seminars if they were making me sick. I should feel relief, but the stress remains, and instead it is channeled into other things. It’s a lot harder to cope with simple things. I find myself worrying about things that, at one time, wouldn’t have bothered me at all. I told my doctor this and she suggested exercise. Which is fine, and I know it’s good, but what do you do if every day it’s a struggle to get out of bed, and easy tasks take hours to do, because your mind wanders?
Despite all that I have said, things are getting better. Yesterday was a dark day indeed. But today it was not so bad.
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