I used to have a busy mind. Now it's a vacant lot.
Or that's how it feels anyway. Writing eludes me and I've even tried to guilt myself into writing blog posts but a much less pained mind won't take any of that. It seems I'm enjoying the vacation from depression a little too much perhaps.
Prozac has become my friend. Four weeks into taking Prozac I seem to have found the correct dose for me. Unlike Mirtazapine, the appetite increasing swine, it reduces the appetite. As a result I've lost 4kg or almost 9lb. I hope it keeps going that way because the reduction has been completely effortless except for that I have had to occasionally remind myself to eat. My carbohydrate cravings are all but gone and nothing makes me happier than not having to get a chocolate craving at 2pm at work every day.
I miss writing though. I miss the compulsion to write. There's this silence in my head that I'm not used to and I'm not sure how to deal with it. Calm - it can be confusing.
P.S. Anyone know what happened to SP?
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