I swear I’m not giving up blogging but it does seem more and more like I am with how rarely I’m updating at the moment. I would write about my plans for this blog and how I want to write more. But as true as that is writing it doesn’t make me actually follow through on that plan. I do miss blogging but I miss the olden days of blogging (Diaryland and my first year or two on wordpress) more than I miss what blogging is now. It was more anonymous and more of a community and just nicer. Not to say there aren’t positives to what blogging is now. It’s jut different in a way that isn’t good or bad.
Things are oh so slowly improving. I haven’t missed a single dose of Citalopram since I started it and suddenly realised on Monday just how much my anxiety has improved. It’s not a crushing overwhelming feeling of things being too much any more. In fact whilst I do still remember how it felt, it’s almost like the details are fading away making it harder to describe as it becomes less of a daily occurance. The depression side of things still isn’t great but I still need a few more weeks for the full dose to have completely kicked in really. And I am in a difficult situation that’s hard to resolve (a tale for another day) which is likely influencing that.
And most importantly, I’m reading regularly again. If ever there was a sign that things are improving it’s that. And that makes me happy!