Mumble And Hand

Every so often, my concentration issues get so bad that talking becomes a chore. When those days happen, thinking coherently, putting the right words together, and getting them out in the right order breaks down somewhere along the line, leaving me to fumble about with improvised hand gestures and stand-in syllables.

My husband is very intuitive and helps out as best as he can: we can joke that he is now fluent in Mumble And Hand. But it's still hard for both of us. Having a supportive spouse really does make all the difference, though: I'm grateful for mine.

I picked up methylphenidate in addition to aripiprazole and citalopram in terms of medications, and I start taking them all tomorrow. I'm holding out a lot of hope that they can help. I and my doctors have been experimenting with medications for years now, trying to find the right regime and dosage, and it can easily feel like a never-ending process. On the plus side of things, my novel is growing more each day, taking definite shape and opening up onto room after room of new scenes and new ideas, and that gives me a great deal of comfort. I can still do things! Yay, my tired brain says.

It's been a difficult winter, and with all the snow recently it seems like winter is loath to leave. But spring is a time of renewal and growth, and I'm trying my best to stay positive.

#medication #mentalillness