So I just moved into this amazing little apartment, one bedroom one bath, one perfect little kitchen, and a living room that I have transformed into the perfect space to live, study, nap, and watch movies. My mom drove up to help me get organized. On Friday night we cleaned my old apartment, and unpacked my kitchen. On Saturday morning we did some shopping at IKEA and thrift stores to find a few pieced of furniture I felt I could not possible live without. (still no microwave) It was great having her here, and I cried when she left.
So I get in this mood from time to time. The health professional in me calls it depression. The non-compliant med hating fighter inside of me calls it a funk. We all have these days, where we just don’t change out of our pajamas and we lie on the sofa and watch day time TV all day. My problem is that my funky day turns into a week….then two weeks….then I start not going to school, ignoring phone calls, I stop showering and wallow in self pitty. This is why the professional side of me takes the blue pill every day….except for the last two weeks.
Most people who look at my life see no reason whatsoever to be depressed. I have a hard time understanding it myself. When mom left today she asked me to please start taking my medication again. She is right, I need to fight to be healthy, and part of that is taking my meds…..
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