Thursday, September 13, 2012
September 13. Day 257. RUOK Day
It's a question I've asked myself a bit lately and I've decided today to admit the answer has been no, not really. Inspired by the two random photos I took on my walk this morning I will describe it as being a bit like the unicyclist - I was heading in the right direction but it was decidedly wobbily, a bit like one of the wheels had fallen off. Like the crow, there was a feeling like I had bitten off more than I could chew and was constantly walking around on egg shells for fear something would break.
So I fronted to the GP, cried a lot and emerged with a prescription for antidepressants. I won't say that the fog has lifted, in fact for the first few days all I felt was nauseous. But I do feel a renewed clarity and focus and an ability to tackle what everyday life throws at me.
So am I okay? Yes, not exactly on top of the world yet and still a bit wobbily but I really feel I'm getting there.
I sincerely hope that anyone reading this is also okay and if not finds the courage to ask for help. It took me too long. I hope others are wiser.