Doing Better

The wellbutrin is really working for me. My wife has noticed a big difference, and so have the people at my depression support group. I finally feel more positive, less irritable, and more energetic.

My writing is back on track, too. I've done more in the past two weeks than I have in the last four months. I've written a couple of short stories, which I'll talk more about in my other blog, and I'm getting more done on my current novel project as well.

I'm still stuck doing telephone surveys, but it doesn't feel as bad as it used to. They don't bug me about having my notebooks on my desk (they just don't like puzzles, it seems), so I'm able to write in-between calls. It's still a boring job with uncertain hours and very little respect for employees, but it no longer feels like a prison sentence.

At last, it seems I am getting better. Yay!