I know. It’s hard to exercise when you think you can’t even get out of bed. But if I’ve learned one thing, it’s this: recovery means pushing myself to do a lot of things I don’t want to do. Meds and doctors alone won’t do it.
I aim for a half hour of exercise a day. Sometimes I make it. Sometimes I don’t. When whenever I exercise, I DO feel at least a little better. Does it cure my depression and anxiety? No. But it makes my “black dogs” just a little more manageable.
In 2015, I want to use this drug even more than I already do.