Reading has become spectacularly hard lately. I pick up a book and start, but within a few pages I'm nervous, jumpy, and wanting to do something else. I don't understand it, but it's a pain in the ass.
I'm going to make an effort to revive this blog and post more widely and more frequently. Part of this is because Google, it its wisdom, has decided to kill G+ next year. There are a lot of people looking for other places that aren't Facebook to use, and I will likely sign on to one or another in an attempt to stay connected to the people I know there. It's my one real social outlet, so it's important.
But I've got this blog, which I've had for so many years, and I can use it as well. There are comments, so people can talk back to me.
So, since this isn't a book review, let's revert back to the topics of former years.
My mental health is...problematic at the moment. I actually think I'm doing better, but it's been a difficult few weeks. I just crouched in my corner with my tablet and played games constantly. In part I was reacting to an overload of bad world news, the erosion of any logic or reason in the US government, and the latest turmoil which, in my opinion, ended in a very awful way, with a demonstrable liar and theocrat in the Supreme Court. I am eager for November when I hope there will be a general voting down of the asshats and shitwaffles in charge. We might get different asshats and shitwaffles, but that's what we've turned our political system into...
Or perhaps that's what politics has always been. Netflix has the complete run of Monty Python on now, and I've gone through them all (very happily). Political problems they were complaining about in 1970 sound very much like what we are complaining about now. That's a lot of years without a big change.
So, in short, I've gone through the usual cycle of suicidal thoughts, rotten sleep, general listlessness, and even a return to (some) emotional eating. I'm wondering if the Zoloft is losing effectiveness (as such drugs will occasionally do) or if it is just a seasonal change/emotional change. My brain and I -- isn't it odd how I think of myself as separate from the particular organ that generates my thoughts? That's peculiar, but an accurate description of my thinking. I seem to have two different sets of operating instructions, and one has more sway because it handles all the hardware. The other only occasionally gets control, and then mostly when there are drugs involved.
Wow, I'm remembering now why I stopped writing this way. I feel self conscious and intrusive, and a wellspring of negative thoughts are flooding me. I'm triple thinking everything I'm saying and trying to type fast enough to get ahead of it. The physical symptoms of panic are starting, and I'm just sitting along in my office with my laptop. I want to talk -- my body/brain wants me to get back in my chair with my tablet and stop bothering people.