I am nearing the end of TMS treatment, and much to my disappointment, it does not seem to have had much of an effect. I knew this could be a possibility, but still, it’s been a bit of a blow. I’m still trying to do everything I can to stay engaged…meditating, Yoga With Adriene videos, going to work even when the drive feels like I’m dragging a pile of bricks. Not to sound too morose! I also like to laugh at dumb shit.

I have one week of treatment left, and after that, I’m not sure what comes next. My dad and I had a long conversation about all of this “mental health stuff” and I know I’m certainly not alone. I try to return to a place of gratitude, a one-day-at-a-time attitude. I have my cat, Winnie. She needs me. My plants need to be watered. The basil needs me. This poorly constructed website needs me. My family needs me. I just don’t want this fight to be in vain. I know it’s not.

On the advice of my amazing cousin, I started reading Jenny Lawson’s The Bloggess, and am further reminded that there is a world of support around me, and I need to keep going, even on these darker days.

On Tuesday, Winnie and I packed and set up shop at my parents for several nights to help weather this particular shit storm (wondering if that should that be one word or two).

Right now, we are back at my shoebox apartment and I just finished writing a freelance article about PVC pipes. It’s amazing how something that sounds so inconsequential can be so far reaching. For example, did you know that there are over two million miles of PVC pipes in service across the US? Amazing!

Anyways, this feels like the perfect place to insert a metaphor about how depression is like a vast menagerie of PVC pipes, but I’ll spare you the vomit. Until next time~

And a jammer or two for your weekend…