I am so happy to be in a better place, and well enough to be writing again. I had another medication change, back to a previous medication regime, and am feeling much better. The fact that the right medicines can lift my depression is reassuring on many levels, one of them being a reaffirmation that my depression has a strong biological foundation – so it really isn’t my fault. (Yes, yes, of course it’s not my fault – but that’s one of my personality traits: blaming myself for things beyond my control.)
I’ve titled this post “The Day After Tomorrow” because it was that sort of thinking which got me through that last black phase. Feeling suicidal is just awful, yet, as I’ve demonstrated, reaching out and finding the right help will pull you through the darkness and back into the light.
Sometimes hope is an action, not an emotion. If you’re feeling very low, please remember this. You don’t have to feel hopeful to pick up the phone and ask for help; you simply have to – well, pick up the phone, and ask for help. That’s all. It’s that simple.
And once you’ve found the right sort of help, perhaps you’ll be able to feel alive again. I do, and it’s pretty awesome !