I've been experiencing depression, not a "Goodbye Cruel World" sort, more like feeling no ambition at all. I haven't been singing on the street as much as I could. There's a problem with being totally self-employed: if I don't show up to work I have no one to scold me.
I know very well that this is not like my normal self so I asked my psychiatrist for imipramine. It has worked well in the past. He prescribed 50 mg at bedtime for my first week, then 50 mg in the morning and at bedtime after that.
Tonight I will complete my first week of it. It's not having any effect yet.
If I sleep too much it makes me depressed if I'm depressed I sleep too much. Clearly I should sleep less but I just don't feel like getting out of bed.
"Get more exercise," commanded my psychiatrist back in the day.
"I don't feel like it."
"Do it anyway."
I had in mind to study up on kernel programming but instead it's all I can do to reload Facebook.
I'm getting more food stamps on the third. I'll buy some ice cream. Ice cream fixes everything.
(Score: 3, Insightful) by n1 on Thursday December 31 2015, @03:27PM
Just thought i'd chime in to say.... I've been enjoying reading your journal entries over the last few months, I can relate to and empathize with how you describe your situation.
It helps me to read about others similar experiences -how they deal with the trials of life - on the fringes of society (not a wage slave with a mortgage and children/dependents). (I'm a transient/drifter/digital nomad [urggh] of sorts, not quite homeless.
I hope to read more from you in the coming year, and even more-so, you find what you're looking for in this strange fucking world.
All the best.