I feel dulled, like a well-used pencil that needs sharpening. With a touch of numbness. And always the sadness.
I am finally have a treatment plan crafted by a psychiatrist. Involving (bi) or weekly sessions with a therapist, and for now medication (I was off all my pysch. drugs by December). I’ve been on the anti-ds for 2 weeks; the dullness could be a result.
Tired too. Makes everything a great effort. Still doing my “dailies:” scrapping hubby’s car in the morning; putting on (usually clean or lightly worn) street clothes; sweeping floors in our the 4 rooms; writing; crossword/word puzzles. Added “dust and organize a shelf” and “read driver’s manual.” (Always said I’d get my driver’s license before I was 60, lol) If the weather would cooperate, I’d add back in “walking.”
Sleep comes and goes; asthma-like acid reflux symptoms stay. Dexilant has reached tolerance levels again. Brings back bad childhood memories of wheezing my way through certain seasons/environments with no air conditioning or medication to bring relief. Decided to see doctor this week; tough to do yoga breathing and sleep sitting up.
Receding snow revealed snowdrops, blooming despite the temperatures. Saw a robin. Harbingers of spring; renewal and rebirth. Shaking off the cloak of snow and ice. A million shades of fresh green. Honey breezes. Better days, better fortunes?