How do I combat the blues? I’m on Prozac. This wonder drug makes my mind slow down; otherwise it would race like a gerbil on a wheel. It also fights off negative thoughts by not allowing them to enter my head; also changing a lifetime of habits helps. The second one isn’t as easy as popping a pill. The last couple of days fear and worry have seeped into my head. I have to tell myself that most of the things I worry about will never come true.
I’ve been taking Prozac a year now; I’ve noticed that my mind is quieter. I don’t invent things to worry about. I’m emotionally tepid; neither hot nor cold. After a lifetime of feeling everything from red-hot, boiling rage to “I don’t want to leave the bed” depression, a state of rest is unsettling. The remedy for that is simple: watch or read something that will disturb me. The news. The Walking Dead. An animal rescue blog. It’s like poking myself with a pin to see if the nerves still work.
I didn’t say I made sense.