Citalopram

So I'm able to get up and do things like I normally would. Mowed the lawn today. Cleaned the bathtub. Did dishes. Going to work at 1pm. I'm still unable to do things that I used to enjoy, like read. And write. Maybe it's just because I'm still upset over the situation with Nathan. Still, it would seem that if I can do the chores that require more effort, I should be able to do the things that I liked to do for relaxation and enjoyment. I guess I shouldn't expect too much of the drug. It's not a cureall, though I wish it was.

Didn't sleep much again last night. Haven't cried, though, so that's good. Might start once I'm at work. I hate when I feel like an idiot. I should never have trusted and relied upon him.