Baby Steps

[aceofkittens]

I left the house today!

I know that doesn't seem like a really big accomplishment, but it was! Now, I am not afraid of leaving the house, or anything like that, but left to my own devices, I just don't. I sit around, stewing unproductively. Basically, it's not that I can't leave the house. I just don't want to.

Some might call this "depression."

Today, I left the house, ran all my errands, and went to the gym. Now, here's the thing. There was a time when, rain or shine, I went to the gym, every day. Every day, for years and years. I loved the gym. Sometimes, I'd go twice. I was thinner back then. Then I got a job with really erratic, unpredictable hours and the gym fell by the wayside. And I got lazy. And there you go.

What is the meaning of all this?

Well, last week, I started taking 5-HTP on the advice of one of my friends. It's a natural serotonin supplement. It's supposed to give you weird dreams. For the first week, nothing. In fact, I've been just as depressed than usual. Over the weekend, I finally got the weird dreams. The one about the Starks of Winterfell taking over an abandoned print warehouse was the least of it.

Today, this sudden burst of activity. Coincidence?

Comments

[karjack.livejournal.com]

5-HTP is the bomb. Good stuff, that.

Hi, you. ;-)

[dreamervictoria.livejournal.com]

It's kind of like when people take ecstasy and they get floored and when their friends make fun of them later they say, "I wasn't floored. I could've gotten up if I'd wanted to." I had a friend take ecstasy for the first time and say, "Vicky, I think I'm dying. I can't move." I said, "No, you're not dying. You're just so happy you don't need to move." As soon as I said that, she realized it was true.

[aceofkittens.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure what you're saying! :) I just meant that I am not agoraphobic or anything. The outside doesn't frighten me. It just doesn't interest me. :)

BTW, Welcome Home! :) (Though I should comment that in your own journal, I guess! :)