Week 1
Soo... we’re officially over a week into my journey with antidepressants to help manage my anxiety and depression! Now, let me clarify—I’m not the type to sit in a dark room and wallow. My depression is more about this nagging feeling of not being worthy of the life I’ve built. It’s odd because, on paper, everything is great. I have an amazing wife who supports me, three brilliant kids who keep me on my toes, a well-paid job that challenges me, and my health is solid overall—well, apart from my dodgy knee (but I’ll get to that story in a bit!). The first few days on the tablets were, honestly, rougher than I expected. My mind felt clouded, like a thick fog had settled over my thoughts. Focusing on even the simplest tasks became a real struggle. For instance, when a friend asked me to help load sofas into his truck, I just froze. I stood there, blank, not really knowing what to do next. That’s so unlike me! Normally, I’m great at thinking on the fly, visualising the plan, and making it...