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Hmn.
I'm aware of the whole feeling-real/not-feeling-real thing, and that could be a problem. I feel quite enough as it is; at the same time, my irritability, anger, frustration, and the way I get neurotic about little things is, to my best guess, all I part of this (which is depression; I didn't realise it wasn't obvious). I haven't quite been me for over two years now. So I'm not sure that if my emotions change a bit on these things, I'll remember what it's like. When I was in a good way I was what, sixteen-seventeen? It's a while ago.
Hmn. Retarded ejaculation. Somehow I get the feeling that that's only going to be a problem for me. We'll see what happens.
harmony: to be honest, I have been making an effort elsewhere in my life. Not in therapy, but in working out what needs doing, what sets it off, what my limits are and what makes me happy through this. Actually working out what I want half the time is very difficult, not just because I'm indecisive, but because I feel so vacant and hollow. If these pills make me feel anything, I think that would at least give me oomph and motivation that's so lacking.
And you mentioned optimistic moments: one of the most optimistic moments was yesterday afternoon, when I read the posts people had put here, and said to myself: "I'm doing this." Around last weekend, I realised quite how much I'd sunk and how unreal the world felt, and I also realised how little I could put up with this. The resolve made me feel good; but that feeling doesn't last. I now need to start working on results.
And, of course, it's not just being abjectly miserable. It's also concentration, excessive need-for-sleep, motivation. I need them far more than I need to be happy. If I had them, my workpatterns were good and I could cope on less sleep than the ridiculous amount I like now, I'd not be half as bothered. But there are so many things, almost certainly related to my depression , that need sorting, that the buck stopped. |
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