(Sing this blog entry title to the tune of the LMFAO’s song Party Rock Anthem, in particular this line: “every day I’m shufflin'”)
Depression has been steadily creeping up on me. The severity of it hit me last week, when I realized just how happy and at peace I should be, but aren’t. And so I started confiding in people: my doctor (who increased my Cymbalta, since its SNRI properties can be an effective anti-depressant), my IOP therapist (who will be having a phone session with me next week), even my probation officer. And now I’m telling the internets, because why not? Depression isn’t shameful. It doesn’t make you not enough of something. Depression tells you you aren’t enough, but depression lies.
I’ve worked hard to get where I am, and I’m going to work harder to overcome. I won’t let depression win (though so far, it’s had a good run at kicking my ass and reducing me to an apathetic, listless, despairing mess).