My depression seems to be rearing it's ugly little head. Ugh. I think I might need my meds tweaked when I finally get in to see the psychiatrist in a couple of months. I'll survive until then; it's not too terrible. I just know what the warning signs are and, unfortunately, they've been appearing. But! Not all is lost!
I had some really incredible me-centric sex last night which has put me in a much better mood! And I'm feeling better now that I'm eating a bit healthier. “Better” as in “better physically”, not “better” as in “morally better.” Though, goddamn, is it ever more expensive than living on Ramen! But I figure, I'm new this...it's okay that it's taking me some time to figure it all out.
I think I'm going to try to get out in the sun on a daily basis. Or as often as weather allows. Maybe it'll help my mood. I also want to try working in some physical activity – some stretching for my back and maybe some peddling.
I want to be better to my body.