This post is past long by, but it’s going in there anyways. Sometimes when I walk, I look down at my shoes. Sometimes I look up for the Chimneys. Chimchimeree Chim Ch Do
Coping day by day, trying to keep the demons at bay.
What is being achieved by therapy? Is the past, present, and future being affected, or do they merely happen around me?
Having spent so long in depression, it's hard to tell if I'm just feeling better or if the pendulum is swinging too far the other way.
It's awkward to learn that you've been doing things you weren't aware of in your sleep. In this instance, tweeting.
It's time once again to change medications, but this time there's genetic testing to back up the reasoning. Here's hoping...