Welcome to my Parlour ...

Parlour -
A reception room in a private residence.

In this case, the private residence would be the recesses of my mind ...
which can be, at once, a wondrous and a terrifying place to be.
A place of confusion and fear, doubt and despair as I daily tackle the mental health challenges which are my birthright and curse.
But also a place of glorious imagination and profound Faith borne from the wellspring of my lifelong spiritual quest for understanding and self-mastery and the power, subtle and real, this Path has granted me.

This Parlour, then, would be that little space where the outside world may meet MY reality.

Truly, there's no telling what one may find posted here.
Ultimately this space is for myself, although others are welcome to stay a while provided they don't mind the spider.

~ Go dtugtar breith orainn dá réir ár ngníomhartha. ~
(Let us, by our actions, be judged)

Tuesday, 11 February 2020

A short while later..

Last time I posted here, I was in a pretty dark place and, for a while, it continued to get worse. Made an emergency appointment with my Dr and he switched me back to Cipralex from the Zoloft which just wasn’t doing the heavy lifting that I needed it to. 
Not quite been two weeks and I’m not done transitioning over (1st week = two of the old pills and one of the new; this week = 2 of the new pills and one of the old; next week = 3 of the new and discontinue the old. Once that is done, I’m going to need to tinker with the dosage (with Dr help, of course) to find the right amount. 
I can feel the grey starting to recede. 
Not ok yet but on the road to. 
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