It is 6:38 am. I awoke some 45 minutes ago with a glorious feeling, one that I hadn’t experienced over the past ten days: I did not immediately want either to rip someone’s face off or kick holes in the walls.
This is huge.
In this quest to rid my system of the acne-spouting, heart-racing, dockhand-sweating, manic-inducing Cymbalta, this is the first morning I’ve felt even close to normal, if “normal” means “not moved to violence over spilled breakfast cereal” and “capable of enjoying her sex dreams,” because as I stretched lazily in bed (not even minding the clamor of three little children in the throes of getting ready), I realized that my mind had taken me on a salacious little adventure the night before. Sherlock Holmes drafted me to help solve a case that involved technology theft, criminals hiding at the circus and technicolor explosions which we dodged in a carriage. Holmes drove (presumably no servant class existed in this mash-up of Victorian and modern) while I sat astride his lap and attempted to dry-hump him as we fled the carny-set fires.
“I’d like to participate,” he said in my dream, “But I think it would be best if we put a bit more distance between us and these brigands.”
“How true, my love,” I believe I answered, and now, awake and busily moving through my morning routine with a smile instead of an growl I hope this message from the land of Nod is prescient because I’d like nothing more than an attitude more conducive to humping instead of fire.
Your post brought one of the first smiles to my day…I have been so moved by your descriptions of trying to find that balance…moved on a personal level as well because my wife has been on a similar journey and appears, following a recent prescription change, to have also turned the corner into a much brighter place. Thanks for your sharing and, more importantly, I’m hoping your dreams come true.
Hey, I had that same dream…that was you?!
Glad you’re starting to feel like you again! And I absolutely think your subconscious is telling you that you are on your way.
WOO-HOO! Great news!
enjoy your peaceful head!
This is good news! YAY! for you. :)
Yes! This IS huge. I’m happy for you. (And Sherlock. No doubt you are way more fun than Watson!)
Oh god, to be the girl-meat in a Watson/Holmes sammich…
As I’m off to my own sleep now I’m putting in a request: Watson/Holmes… my bed and dreams are yours!