Monday, August 25, 2008


I don’t know why I fought going back onto an antidepressant. There’s a part of me that feels stigmatized, even though I would never stigmatize another for enlisting the aid of a mood elevator. Zoloft has returned me to a state of peace, or piece (of mind).

With the exception of an occasional outburst, my crying attacks have gone into remission and I now feel content during the time I spend by myself. All things considered, I probably should have made this decision much sooner than I did.

I have been dating, meeting many nice men, having nice times, feeling like a deisreable woman, again. Still, I find the fact that I don’t get to know my future competely annoying, but that’s the design. I didn’t write the rules.

In other news, I'm producing and preparing my solo cabaret act, which I hope to perform sometime in early 2009. I'm studying for the GRE, since I have decided to apply for a Ph.D. program in psychology and I am running and boxing and weight training, as per usual. Life is busy, just the way I like it.

Overall, I am just so happy to come home and produce completed homework assignments, polished songs and friendly support, instead of just producing tears.

Z. It does a body good.