The day started with a call from my psychiatrist. I couldn’t thank this man enough from how hard he’s worked to help me. He is an amazing man. He prescribed me with a higher dosage of sertraline and a dose of Circadin. This call put me in high spirits, I finally attended to the huge pile of washing that has been rotting (figuratively by the way) on my rooms floor. This was a huge relief for me as it’s something that’s bothered me for days now, but my body just couldn’t do it. It’s minimal triumphs like this that help me carry on. For anyone else I understand it’s a stupid accomplishment, but I overcome something I wasn’t allowing myself to overcome. My day to day functioning is a mess and that’s one small step towards fixing it. As I’m writing, I’m lamenting the fact that I write about my good days, it’s not exactly good reading material to say “today was good” and not have anything profound to say about depression or something. But I have to take the good with the bad, I can’t just leave out whenever I have a good day because that’s not what this blog is about. It’s about the full picture of my lifestyle, a lifestyle not of deep trauma or abuse but just a series of unfortunate events.