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It’s been raining a lot here lately, with many roads flooding over in places. I hadn’t had the chance to get out at all the past few days, and despite the weather, I decided to go out for a three mile walk (~5 km). It was very nice.
My mind’s still getting used to Prozac. Like with other medicines of its type, I feel a sense that life has the volume turned down. Feelings are muted. The world is in blander colors. Not literally. Figuratively.
As it stands, I think I’ll be happier when I fully adjust to the new head chemistry. Things are going a lot better on Prozac than it is on anything else. I really don’t want to go to a higher dose. I’m able to function and create, while at the same time things in my life don’t run me over as hard.
Amusing Nonsense 
Several years ago I had an extremely unpleasant experience at work … so bad, in fact, that I took disability leave (and ended up taking early retirement). The situation disturbed me at my core and it wasn’t long before I knew I was in a depressive state of mind.
I started seeing a therapist and was prescribed Prozac. Quite an experience. Not in a bad sense … just that I got to a point where life was “fine.” No worries. No crying jags. No moments of self-defeating thoughts. I used it for about 3 months before I finally weaned myself off of it.
Naturally I realize my circumstances are/were much different than yours, but I wanted to share my experience in hopes the medication ends up working as well for you.
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