I guess it’s just my nature, but I just cannot allow myself to sink into depression. It tries to sneak in, but I just can not go there. I am on two antipressents - Lexapro for years, and now Effexor to help with neuropathy. Along with my seizure medicine, Tegretol (for neuropathy pain) I am able to maintain a pretty level, if boring, frame of mind. The list of things I’ve given up is long, and getting longer. I live alone. I’ve learned to “ save up” some tasks that I need help with, and ask for help from a friend. I am a gardener, and have always kept my yard tidy. This weekend I managed to mulch and bag TWO bags of leaves. It took me hours, and I had to do the following: take Percocet and Aleve, stop numerous times, go inside and sit for a while,etc. My lower back felt like someone was stabbing me, and my upper back and shoulders were screaming. Two lousy bags of leaves. I felt frustrated and sad about all the rest that needed bagging, but I just shoved those feelings aside.
This is how I get through it. Wallowing isn’t allowed.