Hello friends,
I’m sorry I missed you last week. My attempt to make an effort this year is off to a decent start. My psychiatrist upped my Prozac dose from 10 to 20 mg, and I started feeling like a human again. Unfortunately, I forgot the bit about how I am now a creature of small movements.
I felt awake for the first time in a while, so I gardened. I gardened a lot. I made several Home Depot runs and lifted giant bags of potting soil with only minimal awkwardness. I ran errands and took my mom to a doctor’s appointment. I even organized my new fridge. And, in my head, I never slowed down. My body, however, slowed quite a bit. My leg was not thrilled with me, and not even a good sativa could jolt me out of the haze of fatigue.
Two steps forward. One step back. My mind wants to race ahead and build the life I dream of, but my body sleeps late and moves slowly. The other day, I spent all afternoon drinking tea and continuing my Supernatural rewatch. But that was what my body needed, so that’s what I did. I curled up in my beloved blanket from Abigail E.P. “Going somewhere wonderful,” says the knit monster, “someplace new.”
Until next time,
Yardena