Whee, drugs.. er, I mean meds.

I've been on Cipralex (Lexapro in the US) for the past ten days. The change has been slight, but positive. When bad things happen, I don't get nearly as down about it as I used to.
I haven't broken down and cried since before I started on the drug. Granted, not a lot of bad things have happened. The vile one has moved out. My cat, who had been missing for four weeks, came back. I got some unexpected money recently, so I have some breathing room financially. I might get a laptop soon.

Life is pretty good.

Depression is still lurking out there, but I don't invite it in. Where I was unable to before, I can now choose to not think about the things that inevitably lead me spiraling into depression, and just not go there.

I've been told to be very careful with alcohol while on the meds. I haven't had any yet, waiting until it's been two weeks, then I'm going to try to have one beer, slightly weaker than regular beer, and I'll drink it slowly. And see what happens. I really don't want to be on a drug that is incompatible with alcohol. I enjoy getting drunk. I also enjoy having just one cold beer on a hot summer day, hardly getting any buzz at all. Or a glass of wine together with a good meal.

I still don't sleep well at night, but I didn't expect any change there.