My anti-depressants: The floor beneath me
I don’t know where I would be this morning if there was no floor beneath me.
I am not talking about the sagging hardwood floor in my little house that could use a mop. I’m talking about my anti-depressants. It’s Monday – the sun hasn’t yet risen – and I’m already weary. Not tired. Weary. There is a difference. But if it wasn’t for my antidepressants, I would’ve fallen through that floor this morning and I would still be falling.
That’s all for today.
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Stapleton, C. (2012). My anti-depressants: The floor beneath me. Psych Central. Retrieved on February 25, 2017, from https://blogs.psychcentral.com/depression/2012/09/my-anti-depressants-the-floor-beneath-me/