Friday, July 29, 2011

A new page

Time = 11:04 PM

Mood = happy

Music = Where is my Mind by the Pixies

What I SHOULD be doing = surprisingly, nothing

Random fact about me = I could sell ice to an eskimo

So, I took a big step, about a week ago. I decided that I had had enough of all of that dark stuff whirling around me, that I talked to my doctor. Now you have to understand that I've known that I was clinically depressed since I was like, 12. And that's being generous. I'm pretty sure I've been depressed most of my life. But well, I talked to my doctor, and I'm getting help. The thing about depression, ESPECIALLY when it's genetic, is that it's a chemical imbalance. It's not something that's easily fixed with 'therapy' or counselling. Sometimes, just sometimes, something in your brain chemistry needs to be fixed.

I'm on medication now, and I'm really happy. All of the sudden, I've discovered I have the ability to stand up for myself and say what I want to say. Suddenly, I have the self confidence to know what I want to do, and where I want to go, and I'm pretty sure once things actually balance out (they say it takes two to six weeks for everything to ACTUALLY balance out), that I'm gonna find it really easy to actually take the steps I need to get where I want to be.

Oh, and I'm getting a tattoo in the next two weeks. How's that for awesome?

Cheers,

Dragonista