Therapy session today, one of the topics of which was conflict over sex. No Freudian cliché there, huh?
Actually–and I promise not to lapse into David’s Therapy Blog mode here–life is dramatically more agreeable for me than it was two years ago. There was even a discussion of working my way off the antidepressants. I was never a really heavy dose anyway so it might not be such a big deal, but the potential for upsetting that delicate balance still makes me a little nervous.
The big goals for me over the past couple of years have been:
- Concentrating on things that make me happy
- Eliminating or minimizing things that make me unhappy (assuming they can be eliminated or minimized without jeopardizing my health or credit rating)
- Prioritizing adventures and experiences over acquiring stuff (books and the occasional DVD excepted)
- Counteracting my natural tendency to isolate myself
It seems to be working. Mind you, I’m still completely batshit crazy–which is good since I want to be able to use mental health (or lack thereof) as a defense strategy in court at some point in the future should the need arise. But at least I know how to deal with the crazy now and it’s not so overpowering or debilitating.
Now if I could just get rid of some of the weight I’ve put back on since I started enjoying things (specifically eating) so much again…