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I ... think I'm coming out of this depression. I'm starting AND finishing projects around the house and at work. Sometimes I think, hey great job! Instead of constantly downing myself. This is awesome. Except I've been making some really egregious errors at work. I've had some good excuses about my meds getting mixed up and changed around and fucking me up, but that's only good for so much. At some point, you've got to make yourself stop fucking up and just do better.

So here's me, trying to do better.

I'm getting up in the mornings again. Not early enough for exercise but I'm early at work like I like.

I haven't had a prozac in about a week and I feel better than I did when I was on them. It's time for my PMS so I'll take them for the next few days and see how things go. I wonder if the Prozac while allowing me to do something other than sleep for the past year hasn't done some other things to me that now I'm feeling a bit more like me I can actually do something about them.

Despite all the fucking up, I did get a raise last week. \o/