Told my tale of woe to the therapist today. He suggested that I’d recommence pharmacotherapy, for lack of treatment options. So I walked out with a prescription of yet another antidepressant, along with zolpidem (a soporific) and good old lorazepam.
I’m ambivalent and certainly not thrilled about embarking on another druggy odyssey, but as things are right now, I’d give anything to escape suicidal ruminating and gaining a little sleep instead.
Spent the rest of the day with my darling man and Rab, a former band mate and now dear friend who had us over for tea. Rab has got the most infectious, massively resounding laugh that never fails to lift my spirits. We sat on the balcony together until the sun had set, then said goodbye, promising to see one another again soon.
It might be a hackneyed phrase but to me, good friends are rare gems.
It’s ties of love and friendship that keep me alive.