Waves, tossing you up and down
I promised myself that starting this September, I would write more on my blog, because it's therapeutic, because it's good, because I need those likes, gimme those likes, I mean it!
Of course I'm just kidding, as far as I know there are no notifications in Writefreely, so it's just shouting in the wind. But even shouting in the wind could be therapeutic, and given I'm often sitting upon a mountain's peak, I know it very well.
But I digress, it's still August, so maybe let's start with a catch up first.
Keeping this in theme with summer, just like the waves of the sea, the last period throw me up, and then down, just to pick me up and throw me down again and so forth.
Well, I can breath again
After TWO years since the last visit and after uh...some more (twenty seven if anyone is counting) since a mix of rugby, martial arts and a bike accident left me with a crooked nose, I finally went under surgery in May to fix my deviate septum. Aside from the two months following surgery (that I call repectively “the ouch month” and “the ew month”, I honestly couldn't remember the last time I was to able to breathe like this. The only downside is that I couldn't workout during these months. But I can breathe, that's something.
It's just a winter coat
Not being able to workout during the last months was hard, I'm not going to lie. Working out is a powerful source of mental health that we often underestimate. I may or may not have typed “no working out and no hiking makes Alex a dull boy” several times. To add insult to the injury, my treadmill (I hate running on the street of the city I'm living in with the burning hate of a thousand suns) broke down a few weeks ago. And so while I was waiting for it to be repaired I bought a rower.
This thing is essentially a medieval torture device, I'm quite sure of it, but it's making me aching happily in every part of my body, making me feel better (and well, worse, muscularly speaking).
As far as my other passion, hiking, I went back at it as soon as I could, but we had a long period full of thunderstorms and most of the time I had to cancel my plans. I have no issues at all with extreme wind, snow, rain and other stuff, but I don't want to be near the peak of a mountain when thunders come down.
Have a very low-effort meme as a treat for reading 'til this point.
The not so big D
I'm still taking antidepressants. Long story short, things happened during the last years between work and private life and my therapist suggested me using antidepressant in February, 19th.
The first few weeks were...ugh, I honestly can't say how to describe them. They were just bad, but fortunately nothing too extreme. As time went by, my body got accustomed and I'm still on these. They took quite the edge off from all the bad things that happened, but they took also the joy from the good things that happened. While I understand they were (and probably still are) needed, I'm counting down the days to when I won't be needing them.
It's a marathon, not a race, but the concept it's the same. Step after step, forward. And forward I go.
I'll probably talk about the reasons that led me to the not so big D in a future post, or I'll never complete this one this week.
The journey into the adult life is basically moving on uncharted areas of the map. And there, there be dragons.
Alex