Sunday, 15 May 2011
I used to write with such passion and conviction.
Things made me angry. Things made me happy. Things made me feel feelings.
Of late, that has petered out. Somehow lost in a Prozac haze and over-shadowed by real life and responsibilities and... stuff.
It's not that I miss the roller-coaster of emotions that came with depression. Hell no! It just got far too mellow and numb to be on the anti-depressants.
As I emerge from the mist of depression and the auto-tune of being medicated (which did help massively), the passion for life is returning. It's not a hypo-manic ride of good and bad. It is more of an absence of numbness. Being alive again.
Do you know that point when you've eaten a yummy dinner and you feel perfectly full and content? That is how it feels.
Damana is coming home.