This time a week ago, I wasn't attending classes, I felt tired all the time, and I was smoking like a freight train. I was sleeping 12-18 hours every day, and I was like...the epitome of depression. I was prescribed Prozac last week, and I was told that it would turn me into a zombie, my thought processes would be unintelligible, and I thought I would turn into a vegetable.
I LIKE that my thought processes are slowed. Now I can actually HOLD a thought, and my mind isn't buzzing when it's time for sleep at night, like usual.
I'm getting an appropriate amount of sleep every night, and for some reason, I don't need to smoke all that much at all anymore. I just don't feel anxious.
Maybe I AM a zombie now--but I like it, I think. I'm not particularly happy, but I'm not particularly sad. But I'm FUNCTIONING.
And THAT is an improvement.
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"This is a crazy-mixed-up world,
and you've gotta look it right in the eye."
-Bob Dylan