Feet on the Floor
Back at the beginning of the fall, in anticipation of my undoubtedly imminent seasonal depression, I tried out a new antidepressant drug. The medication that I used last year was just so-so and carried with it some unwanted side effects, so I started out with a very low dose of the new drug. By the end of the first day I felt like I was wired on caffeine. Toward the end of the second day I had developed a pounding headache which was exacerbated by the drug induced insomnia. Clearly this new drug was not the miracle I was hoping for. I returned the mostly unused bottle to the pharmacy for disposal and made up my mind that we all just needed to move to Colorado where life, I imagine, must be perfect. Colorado was not a realistic quick fix, so I took a few deep breaths and decided not to panic. I was not ready to let go of the deep contentment that had settled over me during the summer months. I continually meditated on ...