My doctor put me on anti-depressants, saying they'd take about 10 days before I felt any effect. But after 10 days I felt lousy, worse than I have done for weeks. I didn't want to do anything, and when I was doing something I just wanted to go home and go back to bed. True, I was hungover after the night before (so good I can't remember most of it), but it wasn't just headache or a dodgy stomach. I had dropped out of life.
I woke up this morning and felt the same. And then it dawned on me. No I don't. I feel like getting some stuff done. Laundry, tidying, shopping… Bland domestic stuff to be sure, but stuff I've been putting off for weeks because I've just been feeling to blah. And now I could see myself spending a day getting it done, then moving onto more productive efforts.
It hasn't quite come to fruition yet, in part because I've spent an hour or so looking for a couple of sheets of paper I need to mail home, and that's of course made my room
less tidy. Can't find them, so I phone home. What do you know? My mum is settling in well in my dad's house. Even more of a relief, my cats are too, and as an added bonus they both seem to be healthier and happier than they have been in months.
And even better news, my mum broke up with her boyfriend last weekend. I didn't like him all that much, but he made my mum happy so I got on with him. He wasn't a bad person, just a bit too offensive. In a jovial way, I thought, but it made me uncomfortable, and it turns out I was far from the only way. They broke up over the weirdest issue, because he wasn't happy about my mum moving back into my dad's house, as though she had any choice.
Anyway, I have to say I'm feeling better. Debts look like they might be paid off, I'm listening to music again, my housemates are getting along better…
