I just got thank you'd for something somebody else did for me. It was an odd feeling. I will have to take him to dinner.
The doctor has heard my tale now and recognizes that I need to be heavierly medicated again. Apparently she could tell what was wrong just looking at me. Am I that obvious. I knew the possibilities of side effects of coming off my anti-depressants in January. I didn't have any of them. No suicidal thoughts, nothing. I started eating properly again. Well, not properly. Just eating at all was a miracle, and after starving for so long I forgot how much I enjoyed things like tomatoes with salt.
And learning that table salt was not my enemy but sodium from processed foods was... it became easier to eat healthier but stay very lazy about it.
So we are going the same route as before. I'll continue with citalopram for now, and then move on to Zoloft again, whatever its generic name is. I should have done this in May but didn't want to admit the feelings that were building in my head. That was, of course, before. Speaking of which I got a very nasty little note from somebody I barely know. Knowledge is power. I could crush this person's spirit if I wanted revenge for the note, but I do not. They will find out on their own.
Here's to better living through chemistry.