Math R. is fitter, happier, more productive, on antibiotics...
Things got pretty fucked up when we flew back from NYC, and my mood became exhaustingly random once again for, say, something like a month. So I decided that it was time, once more, to try something else.
Since I know for a fact that depression will always be lurking around, maybe the best strategy is a preventive one, one that will prevent moodswings instead of merely curing them once they’re chewing through my sanity.
So, new psychiatrist (kind of an asshole, btw), and new medicine, not an antidepressant anymore, but a mood stabilizer, Lamictal (that also happens to be an anticonvulsivant, the exact same stuff my mother uses to prevent epilepsy… trying hard not to see a pattern here).
It’s been about a month, and I feel way more stable already, emotionally speaking. I have, indeed, less moodswings, and the best part is clearly that they don’t last more than, like, 30 minutes, instead of screwing me up for several days.
(“True” says my love, while looking at pretty pictures by Helmut Newton, another great gift she gave me…)
So, yay for stability!
Only hoping that it won’t mean the end of my creativity, but this fear is somehow drifting away…
