A Lost Cause
I'm tired of fighting...I'm tired of fighting
Fighting for a lost cause
{Beck, "Lost Cause"}
I was really hoping that I would see a measurable improvement in my mood at this stage in my sobriety. I have to rethink my expectations for my mood and its impact on my life, even with protracted abstinence. I also have to rethink my tendency to use my efforts to stay sober as an excuse for my lack of progress in any other area of my life. In spite of my high hopes, I haven't noticed any real improvement with my new medication, either. I don't feel any worse (if you don't count the fact that it's chemically castrated me), but I certainly don't feel any better. I guess I thought I would be in a different place than still having every day be a constant struggle and occasionally wishing I had the courage to kill myself. I'm still angry, unhappy, unpleasant to be around and jealous of the good fortune of others. And, unfortunately, my experience doesn't support a foundation for hope.
However, in another display of unwarranted optimism, I had an appointment yesterday about a recently-developed procedure for depression using magnetic fields, which sounds like New Age witchcraft, but it's actually based on sound science and administered by a psychiatrist. Of course, the real challenge is how I'm going to pay for it and convince my boss that I need to take off two hours a day for the next six weeks.
Take Me Away, Dragon Age
Now, as when I began this most recent journey of sobriety, the only thing that remotely interests me is the anticipation of playing the same much-beloved video game that I was anticipating back then and all the DLC I have yet to experience. I just try not to think about the fact that a virtual world and a virtual romance have infinitely more significance and gratification for me than my supposed real life.
