Medicated depression, day #150
Yay .. or something, 150 days .. nope, I'm not celebrating or anything.
[here it took some 10 minutes to clear thoughts]
It's hard to observe yourself from the inside, you'd ignore, skip over or compensate for things that might be problems, this is why a psychologist or therapist might be of help. I think my sessions were great as the therapist put focus on things I barely touched, but they wanted to drill deeper into and untangle .. it helped me come to conclusions and deeper understanding of things that I may have left unprocessed.
Unfortunately, the session stopped when we reached 10 or so sessions, I believe that was my allotted amount of sessions at least, I would like to have more sessions to dig deeper into things, internal introspection is interesting .. but I guess I'd hold up the queue of other people needing similar help.
I was thinking this morning about things, "What makes me happy?" and "What makes me sad?", just as an exercise. I'll jot down more questions like this to ask myself as it was good for some self reflection.
Right now I'm almost falling asleep, have been up for a few hours by now, almost 11 o'clock, feeling like going for some rest but son will return from youth club in 20 minutes, need to prep some lunch for him and he'll be out again soon after .. I'll have a quick nap then, before going for a grocery run, supplies run low quick with a tween in the house.
I've been thinking back to an episode in my life, not sure I have blogged about it or not .. but I'm pretty sure I recovered bits and pieces of memories, enough to piece together what happened when I was assaulted and knocked out in ~ 2002/2003. I think I'll be able to write some blurb about it.