Sometimes mental illness isn't just mental.
I'm taking a new (to me) medication to treat my depression. I believe I mentioned?
Anyhoo, the depression seemed to abate about a micron's worth, but that may have been a combination of therapy (I started that, too) and placebo effect, because it rallied and is back with a vengeance.
Foolish mortal, thinking that wee pill could tackle such a monstrous monster!
Depression isn't jut wandering around in a beige cloud of nothingness. It has some physical aspects, too.
All over, but especially anywhere I've hurt myself in the past - my back, neck, toes that I broke, the foot that I broke, hand and wrists that I broke. Hey, I've broken a lot of bones. Proof I used to be active, anyway.
My psyche is screaming.
It's difficult to get out of bed, but even in bed I feel all the twinges and complaints of a frame that's been carrying too much weight - physical and mental - for far too long.
I know it'll get better, or at least tolerable, but right now, folks, I feel as beat as a bongo at a hipster hootenanny.
How are you doing?