So nothing much has changed with me really. I guess maybe I’m getting slowly ‘better’ with my depression all the time, It seems though that it’s not so much that my depression has become more diminished, rather that I’ve become more accustomed to coping with the limitations it imposes on me. I’m skeptical that things will get much better than they are. But skepticism, and a lack of hope are on that list of symptoms that come with depression mud pie.
I’m not doing very well with the psychiatrists instructions to modify my sleeping patterns so that I don’t sleep in in the mornings. I cling to my sleep almost every morning till as long as I can, it seems painful to leave my morning dreams, though they are always filled with bizarre and sometimes sickly dimensions.