Day 4 Took meds at 7.12am Physical: sleep disturbances have set in. Woke up at 2am, tossing and toiling until 4am. Managed to catch 2-3 hours of Zs. The wave of nausea punched in exactly 1 hour later. Maybe I should have taken it at night instead so that I could sleep through the worst … Continue reading Citalopram Chonicles Days 4-7
Month: Apr 2017
Oh but it was only sentiment.
It is the knowledge that is comforting. You are surrounded by a motley crew of midnight faces, boys and girls enraptured in the moment. She is there, across the room. She doesn't look at you, and you don’t look at her, but somehow you know she’s there, that there is a secret world shared by … Continue reading Oh but it was only sentiment.
Citalopram Chronicles: The Beginning
Days 1 to 3 I am beginning a new course of antidepressant medication after some years off. This time I’m going to document the effects, good and bad, as they occur. Going on antidepressants for the first time is like venturing to a new planet, but I've been here before. My first course of treatment … Continue reading Citalopram Chronicles: The Beginning
On my birthday, a suicide
This is my cycle. I know it well. It begins around Christmas, subsides with the onset of spring, and burst out in full swing at this exact time of year. For most of my life I was a passenger inhabiting a vessel, watching with detached eyes, feeling it all, but unable to act. But now … Continue reading On my birthday, a suicide
Ugly
I set the ocean ablaze with my own sun.
It was just a cat…
The cold should have killed it. It inched towards the edge of the treeline and curled up there like a fuzzy ball, legs tucked into its body. A grizzly encounter in the past left it limping with a gushing scar that extended from the paws of its hind leg all the way to its back. … Continue reading It was just a cat…
On Art
My good friend K is a brilliant painter. In the company of her craft, I am awed and humbled by her skills and quite embarrassed by my boorish tastes. The thing about art is, you’re often expected if not assumed to know it already to partake in the conversation, which makes it awkward for one … Continue reading On Art
On memories and selfies
The earliest theatrics must have happened in our heads, because our memories are just neat little stories. Some of us battle monsters, some ascend from rags to riches, some embark on heroic quests, some are on a long voyage home. Some live delightful, romantic lives, some come to tragic ends. We all began somewhere and … Continue reading On memories and selfies
On Writing
I’m trying to become a better writer. Consider it a mid-year resolution, or more appropriately a quarter-year aspiration, since it’s neither mid-year nor was there any resolve involved. I’ve been thinking about developing a hobby, and writing is a close as it comes – a craft, a thing, a time sink into which I happily … Continue reading On Writing
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