I may have spelled that incorrectly, but I just don't get the same pleasure out of spelling things correctly as I used to. Ha. I know I am Depressed when I am frickin' hilarious.
My flat affect moments are showing up a few moments a day this past week. Which kinda sucks. And I realize that I haven't had any knitting, sewing or beading projects going for many months now. Many.
Things I used to really love doing: knitting, sewing, playing scrabble, cooking, baking, yoga, Pilates, writing, reading... I can remember liking to do these things, but I don't have any desire to do any of them right now.
And I don't much want to be around people. Person, sure. People? Not just yet. I am sending spouse to the curriculum night at school because last time I went to a meeting there I wept for an hour. I really don't have it in me to deal with all the nice, extroverted parents who I have spent years avoiding. But I really like the few parents I have gotten to know there.
increased stress + increased anhedonia + sugar cravings = evidence of inadequate levels of dopamine?
Bupropion is a dopamine reuptake inhibitor. And dopamine has to do with the ability to experience pleasure. Also, consuming sugar causes a temporary dopamine surge. Self medication?
I have not called to reschedule my appointment. I must do this tomorrow. I will write it on my hand so I remember. (My "palm" pilot for those who are old enough to even know that is a pun)
Grateful Crap: My mostly functioning brain and its ability to maybe weasel out what the problem is with its own chemistry.
Quaker, teacher, parent,