Get enough sleep. Eat right. Exercise.
If all else fails, there is the anti-depressant to keep your head above water.
Easy to say, harder to do.
It’s been one of those weeks where sleep has been kept at a minimum instead of a maximum, thanks to a cat who thinks 3:15 AM is an appropriate time for me to start my day. I am feeling it everywhere – in what foods I want to eat (instead of what I should eat), in what exercise I am doing (very little due to fatigue), and of course, in how I am feeling emotionally (not well at all).
And then there was the talk with the doctor who is not my spectacular mental health professional about coming off the anti-depressant as I suspect it contributed to weight gain. I told him, I just need to get through March, through the end of the seasonal depression, then I will talk to SMHP about weaning off of it.
When I think about the weight gain, the little pill feels like a burden.
When I start feeling down and out after a week of little sleep and little self-care, the little pill feels like a lifeboat keeping my head (just barely) above water.
Easy to say I could wean off and that it is a burden, harder to do when I feel down and out and in need of a lifeboat.