It's been a rough start for this relationship with Concerta. I've learned that taking it any time after 10 am means surface sleep only, and taking just one any earlier then ten doesn't do much of anything. I'm warily taking two the minute I get out of bed...that was today and so far so bland. I'm functional with a few poignant patches here and there but no electricity yet. Also no bottoming out yet, and if I have to forgo creative sparking for now to avoid plunging past rock bottom I will do so gladly
So I was cleaning house around the bookcases the other day and came across something that smoothed over the roughness a little. It was a small box, containing a smaller box labeled "A Box of Thoughts on Joy". I remember my husband giving this to me last Christmas or so, and I remember thinking it was heavy on the cheesy, sunshine-up-the-butt factor, but I opened it in spite of all that and one of thoughts jumped out and lodged in my head
"There is a dawn in me."
-Henry David Thoreau
I started this post 48 hours ago, and even though the bottom did fall out that evening of the 2 Concerta day, and it's snowing cats and rats and elephants outside, that thought is still glowing in my head like a small stubborn ember.
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