So, the other night I had a brief dream visit from Loki.
I dreamt I woke up on my back in my bed. Loki was straddling my hips. There was nothing sexual about it.
He was bare chested and barefoot, wearing only a pair of black jeans. He had shoulder length, orange hair which was parted over his left eye. His eyes were very green.
He told me:” It’s never too late to start over. You’re never too old to start a new life.”
It’s interesting that he should say that. After my last period of depression which started in mid December last year and is still not completely over, I feel broken.
I’m not as outgoing as I was before my last depression. Only recently have I been able to concentrate on reading books again. Concentration goes out the window when I’m depressed.
I’m trying to fit the pieces back together again. But I’m so tired of having to do so over and over and over.
My last depression wasn’t triggered by anything special, but my antidepressants had stopped working, which is why it didn’t pass in a couple of weeks. So I had to find (with my psychiatrist) another antidepressant to try out. Switching from one antidepressant to another takes weeks. But as the dosage of the new antidepressant slowly increased, my depression began to lift.
I’m still not back to my “normal” though. I guess I have to be patient.