Yesterday, at the end of my second day in a row of noticeably lower anxiety, I was laying in the bathtub reading Kerouac. I looked up to see a large wolf spider dancing frantically around the ceiling. Marveling at its gravity defying movement, I felt suddenly.....lighter. The room suddenly..... brighter. I felt content, in a way I haven’t felt in a long time.
I'd been on Celexa 5 weeks and a day. Around the time it’s supposed to start working (anywhere from 4-8 weeks). I began to wonder. Is it the Celexa? Or just a hot bath, good literature, and a dancing spider?
Probably a bit of both. Today, I commuted two hours to a cube in Los Gatos to create TPS reports for the government. The result? Anxiety back up. But maybe it’s slowly going down? It’s hard to tell, which is frustrating.
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