Part of the reason I've gone back on the Paxil is that this time the depression feels completely unfounded. Originally, I had a lot of self-loathing, and then my brother died. This is different. It's less intense, but less focused. I'm sad and weepy for no reason, tired, unmotivated, etc...there's no cognitive aspect of it that I can put my finger on. I did CBT therapy for about a year and continue to work with someone when I need it, and I have broken through a lot of stuff.
The anxiety is another story, and I am finding some success in the relaxation exercises my therapists taught me and just breathing and taking actions where I can and letting go what I can. Amen to getting outside and taking a walk!
But I don't want to take any chances, and I owe it to my loves and my colleagues to take care of myself.
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