As much as I hate those commercials for Abilify and other mood disorder medications, I know I am that woman.
When I am well, I hate hate hate those commercials. They are so depressing.
When I am already sitting in my pajamas in the dark watching TV feeling too heavy to do anything even while knowing getting some exercise or answering the phone might help me pull out of the grip of depression, I don't even have to watch those commercials, they just play through my head and I know I am not alone.
As though I have a navigator for my brain, I called my psychiatrist when I noticed the symptoms coming up, and she has suggested a small change in the dose of one of my pills. This, I know, will require a trip to the drugstore, which will require clothes and conversation, which I know could be helpful. Maybe I'll even force myself to stay out there and go somewhere else too.
The fog may be rolling in, but I am not going to let it envelope me. I will find a clearing in this madness; I will make a light.