Apologies to everyone who's been waiting for updates.
I recently changed my antidepressant medication, and anyone who's been through that knows how much its trial and error. I increased my sertraline while I was already in a heightened state of anxiety, and it ended up making things worse. I wasn't exactly depressed—I was just overwhelmingly anxious and completely apathetic. I knew I had things I needed to do, including writing, but I'd just sleep instead and think, "I'll deal with the messages later."
I've now switched again and am starting Pristiq, so I'm really hoping this is the right fit.
The good news is that I'm finally getting back into writing and trying to finish the next chapter. I'm hoping to make it up to you all with a double update if everything goes to plan.
Thank you for being so patient with me. ❤️Also, I'm so sorry if I scared anyone into thinking I'd dropped the book! I promise I haven't.
I'm just a painfully slow writer at the best of times, and changing mets really knocked me around. Thank you all for sticking with me and being so patient. Bear with me a little longer—I promise I'm still here, and I'm doing my best. ❤️ xx
~ On a more personal note, if you're struggling too, don't be afraid to keep trying different options—whether that's medication, therapy, lifestyle changes, or something else. Finding what's right for you can take time, and that's okay. Since changing medications, I already feel more alive, more awake, and like I can actually feel things again. I can embrace both the sad and the happy because all I ever wanted was balance. I never wanted to be happy all the time—that honestly sounds exhausting. I just wanted the lows to stop being so crippling. Xxx
