I’ve been feeling a little bit down lately; despite getting lots of exercise (way more than I used to), sunlight, and eating pretty okay when I manage to eat, I’ve been very spotty at taking my medication.
I self-medicate with a bunch of other stuff but often that’s at the expense of my actual doctor-prescribed Citalopram. When I take it, this stuff is magic. The side effects (slight nausea, boost in energy) are negligible compared to the benefits (making me not a crazy sad person all the time).
I started taking citalopram to deal with my depression, in the hopes that I could start tackling my anxiety without the use of medication. It’s been a few months now and the anxiety is coming back in full force, but without the depression to dull it.
So I don’t have severe panic attacks anymore, but I’m still scared to leave my bedroom in my share house to get a glass of water? Is this worth seeing a doctor about? Should I try and find a new therapist? Whatever. My art is suffering because I’m too scared to try new things.
in closing: I need a job and a new place to live and it’s time to set an alarm to remind me to take my meds.
got my noses pierced yesterday by joeltron at first blood. today they are bloody and crusty but thankfully not painful. super stoked on them, will be even happier when they’re lovely and healed and have matchy jewellery.
probably the third or fourth nosebleed for today
fucking sick of nosebleeds by now
‘cause being a totoro is sometimes easier than being an ellie




