My friends told me I needed to see a doctor. More than one friend. They said my depression was getting worse, and they could tell.
They were right.
I delayed going. I figured the next step would likely be meds. It can take a while to find the right med to help a person. That search is well worth it; I’ve seen the positive results. However, I needed time to be able to go through that search, and the buildup to Easter probably wasn’t the right time.
But Easter is done now. I’ve survived. And… and I want to the doctor.
Long story short: I’m now medicated. (more…)