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.
2 thoughts on “Two Years”
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.