Being Quiet

I've been wrestling with dark moods again.

On Friday I started to consider therapy and medications again.

Briefly.

Then I remembered the pain and hassle of monthly or bi-weekly or weekly appointments. First, and regularly, with the psychiatrist for simple med checks, and then even more with the prescribed therapy. Trying to convince the therapist you are for real. Figuring out the therapist has no clue, either. The endless trips to the pharmacy. The insurance bureaucracy. The pill-minders. The relentless schedule. The loss of erections.

And that's a layer of crap I just don't want or need in my life right now.

I'll change a lot on my own to avoid all of that, thank you very much.

Sometimes the help you can get is not the kind of help you need.

Moving on.