god, lexapro is a godsend.

last semester, i had the spoons for one (1) productive thing a day. if that thing was class, cool. when i got home, i laid in bed and dissociated and had panic attacks. it was fucking awful. it wasn’t living.

today i got up early, meditated, made breakfast and coffee for myself, observed  a classroom for three hours, barreled through a bunch of paperwork for my credential program for three hours, and now i’m gonna relax for a bit and probably do yoga before I leave for my three hour night class.

and i’m tired (bc the one thing about these meds is i don’t sleep) but i’m not terrified and consistently, petrifyingly overwhelmed, and it’s FUCKING MAGICAL