This was a little more than a year ago I sat in the office of my GP and cried in the entire on ugly way similar to this Kim Kardashian meme. Things had gone past the point of a lot of, which was when I was prescribed Sertraline and weekly treatment.
I had a whole lot to be happy about, I understood that. I was aware that I had good friends, a wonderful family, a job and, at 30, a great pair of still gravity defying breasts -- nevertheless, the difficulty was I couldn't find joy in these things. That is where melancholy is an asshole. You can see this fabulous things happening about you, but it's like once you put your head underwater and will hear everything going on around you but are unable to participate.
I slowly got my mojo back with the help of 50mg, then 100mg doses of these antidepressants I had been carrying, but I did not really feel as my'old self' before this summer. Until then I had been fit in the way you are when you run half marathons to get Instagram enjoys and eat crackers and cheese most evenings. I cycled to and from work most days, but saw this as an excuse to eat more (and leave bad dates after just a couple of drinks -- much too dangerous to ride dwelling otherwise).
'Team Training, Life Changing' is their fairly corny motto, and one which triggers a reflex like eye roster....
© Copyright 2014 Nevada Center of Excellence