I saw my doctor this morning. I am back on meds for my depression, and have also been diagnosed with anxiety this time. The meds for my depression should help with the anxiety as well. I took my first pill this morning. I began feeling better within just a couple of hours. My thinking was much more clear and focused. My thoughts were not quite so depressed and scary. I’m not 100% yet, that’ll take a couple weeks, but I’m better.

I have been treated for depression twice in the past. I’m getting ready for round three. I didn’t want to do this, but I don’t really see any other option at this point. This time, I’ve been depressed for at least a year, maybe longer. It’s hard to pinpoint precisely when it started. It’s been hanging over me for a very long time, I know that much. I’ve told no one, which seemed like a good idea, but now I think I was wrong.

My boyfriend and I have been together for about 14 months now. We’ve felt incredibly compatible since day one, and always had a lot in common. Our relationship has certainly had its rough spots, rather large ones at times, but we’ve both always been very determined to work through them and get beyond them. We love each other very much, and we know that what we have is worth fighting for.