Two years since my last blog post. Two years since my mother suffered a sepsis due to necrosis in the foot, caused by undiagnosed diabetes type 1. We didn’t know whether she would live or die – she lived, minus an amputated foot. I could not write about it back then and don’t know whether I want to now, as it was a very saddening and stressful experience and it took this long to come to the conclusion that I might have digested it properly enough to move on. Maybe I will go into more detail one day, maybe I won’t. For now, the above must suffice.
A lot has remained the same since then: I am still married. I am still on welfare. I still haven’t been back to therapy.
Some things changed: I am off venlafaxine now and on escitalopram. Venlafaxine didn’t do me much good and a lot of bad, and the side-effects of quitting it were horrible. Escitalopram works really well for me, though. I also have a new psychiatrist who I am more pleased with than the previous one.
So that was my life in a nutshell these past two years, as far as it is relevant to this blog. I hope to write more regularly again – I missed it, but the mental hurdles were just too difficult to take at the time.
Lugubrious Layara 
it’s good to hear from you again.
This is horribly late, but thank you! I still follow you from afar – thanks to email notifications.