Six weeks on happy pills, and this is what I can say. I am laughing more. Like actually laughing. Today I said something to a colleague, and I used the wrong word, and it was really funny. I laughed! And I’m smiling more. It seems easier to smile. It seems easier to be upbeat. To have a cheerful disposition.
I have contacted a life coach, and meeting her on Monday. Small, positive steps to lead the life I want to lead. A life of fulfillment and happiness and joy and positivity. All things good!
I’ve been on medication for five weeks today. I still have anxiety and my obsessive thoughts, but I noticed something yesterday.
My nails have grown! Normally they get to a certain length, less than what they currently are, and I tear them off in a state of anxiety. Usually when I’m at work and struggling with something. I know. It’s disgusting. A bad habit. This past week I have been under time pressure and trying to learn something. But I still have my nails.
Is it because of the happy pills? I’m not sure. Maybe it is!
Poems and Petals 