if it weren't funny, it'd be sad.

[kuangning]

Sometimes, I amuse myself. Like most people, I think I know myself, my body, pretty well... and then there're times like this. You see, two weeks ago, my doctor let me stop taking that 20mg of Paxil I've been on for months, since the plan was always to replace it with the Wellbutrin, and I've now been on the Wellbutrin long enough that I wasn't going to crash hard once the Paxil was gone. So... I stop taking the Paxil, and forget about it. Except... midweek or so that week, I start feeling sorta blue, and by last Thursday, I was really frustrated with myself. WTF was wrong with me? I couldn't concentrate, nothing seemed to interest me much, even friends didn't seem to engage my interest, I felt disconnected and isolated and... wait a minute.

So, yeah. With my usual black-and-white thinking, I'd forgotten that depression's something you measure on a scale. No, I wasn't gonna crash, but I certainly did see some effect. It'll balance out in another week or so, I think. And in the meantime, knowing what's going on definitely helps.