Merryagnes

I’ve been on Prozac for three weeks now. So far I’ve not had a good reaction to it. The pharmacist tells me it needs to be taken for more time in order for it to have an effect that’s good. I’m going to talk to my doctor today to tell her how I’ve been doing.Continue reading

This morning I was in bed trying to get a second dose of sleep. A thought came to me and said wouldn’t it be better to die now and forget about life? I was so sad. I felt sad and tried to fight off that thought. Then I had other sad thoughts that told meContinue reading

I’m almost done with a screenplay that I’m writing. It’s called Affair in England. It is designed to be a serial, and so the first act is about 60 minutes long. I’m chuffed it’s getting done. Look out for it somewhere in filmdom!

Among the din of dogs barking and the video I’m watching, I feel more able to cope with the day.

I had a call with my doctor about my depression. She gave me a prescription and now I’m on it. I feel better already.

I’m in a quandary. I want to write but the writing isn’t flowing and I feel depressed as a result. Or is it the other way around? I am feeling low most mornings and I have to flee to my bed to escape the low feelings. I end up sleeping a lot. Then later onContinue reading

I am weak today. The depressing thoughts have me in their grip. I cannot do anything with my writing.

The day looks good outside. We are having no rain for the time being. It’s good to see my peonies bloom. They were in danger of being razed to the ground by workers who were under the supervision of a donor who offered to clear our garden. But other flowers might come to fruition. IContinue reading

I had a dream today that I was taking my stepmother out for a drive to the grocery store. She reminded me that she had a driver’s licence and asked me if she could drive. I said ok but in the dream I was still in the driver’s seat. But then the car went toContinue reading

I remember the time in my life when I accidentally stabbed myself with a knife. I was in high school then in Indianapolis. I was opening a jar of sweets and the jar’s lid was encased in a plastic thing and I couldn’t open it. So I used a knife – a steak knife –Continue reading