I take my medication at night. Its part of my routine. I open the glass cabinet door and I take a deep breath. I start from the far right of the shelf and I work my way down. One pill onto the next. Take two then a sip of water. Another two, then another sip… Continue reading Nightly Routine: Medication
Tag: depression
Feeling Fancy: Dress for Success
One way I work to combat depression is I work to dress a little fancy. When I dress a little fancy, I feel like I have my own little personal sunshine shining directly over my head, instead of individual sized rain cloud. I tend to walk with a little pep in my step, I have… Continue reading Feeling Fancy: Dress for Success
Overbooked & Overwhelmed
When I am depressed, I struggle to get out of bed. I have to stand in front of the running hot shower and convince myself to get into the shower and once in, I have this whole elaborate self-talk of actually doing more than just standing there. Doing anything seems to be a struggle. When… Continue reading Overbooked & Overwhelmed
Feeling all fancy dancy~
Its day three of wearing a dress to work. Mind you I am wearing leggings with them, so it’s still quite comfy and I pair them with boots, so it’s not like I am all fancy with tights and stilettos or anything, but it’s still a dress. Yesterday was my birthday, so I for sure… Continue reading Feeling all fancy dancy~
Accidentally Feeling Better
Last night I faced a problem. I did not have enough 25 mg tablets to total the 50mg that I needed to make the prescription that was prescribed by my doctor of Topamax. However, I had a 100mg tablet. Now, a rational, logical person would say, just cut the 100mg tablet in half, problem solved. … Continue reading Accidentally Feeling Better
Mud on my shoes
When you walk, and let’s say you end up walking through some mud, and also let’s say that your foot gets stuck in the puddle of mud that you inadvertently walked through (it appears you were not paying much attention when you started on your walk), it makes the walk that much more difficult. With… Continue reading Mud on my shoes
What’s Meant to Be
Sunday I jetted from teaching a Wreath Making event to an early dinner with my spouse (The class was a success). I have never been to the eatery before alone, so I used my handy dandy GPS app. As I drove on part of the freeway that I rarely ever frequent it hit me that… Continue reading What’s Meant to Be
