I made a complete, I thought, change to my life. I left Portland, Oregon, where I had been living for 26 years, and moved south to California, to be with a woman who I had met there. It seemed clear that she was The One for me at this time in my life.
Now I am living at the 4th address since that Leap, and find myself alone, with my woman, because I have no one to talk to besides her and some of her family. No one “independant” of the situation.
We are in the last stages of becoming Foster Parents now, and I have never been a parent to anyone.
My dose of anti-depressants was reduced by my new VA doc. The ADD med went up a bit (which as been good for me, after the Traumatic Brain Injury in 1998, but didn’t begin until 2010) but I was told to “just take the Zoloft when you need it”
I don’t think it’s supposed to work that way.
I feel like I’m at the very edge, just holding on. I have an appointment with my VA doc tomorrow. I think I need the anti-depressants more than I thought. Not less; maybe a different kind.
The need to talk to someone drives me to write again. That Great Leap was a good idea, and life has been very different than it got to be in Portland… no real reason to be depressed, but no one ever called Depression rational.
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