Life is quite exhausting...
I have been on an anti-depressant for over seven years now, total. I did stop taking zoloft for 6 months here, another 8 months there, but I ended up having to go back on it due to extreme anxiety and the depression re-entering my life at age 50. My typical week consists of going to work, having a hectic work day, full of issues and exasperating events, and after eight hours, driving home and collapsing on the sofa- feeding my cats, having dinner with my husband, and then 2 or 3 hours of mind numbing tv, and then with a combination of tiredness and boredom, I go to bed @ 9 PM. I think of getting some exercise, going to see a friend, doing things differently, joining a gym, taking a class, but I never actually do anything to help myself out of the doldrums, and I really am tired...I wish I had more energy, but I don't. My husband knows I take medication, but he really cannot understand why I am depressed (nor do I, really) so I do not talk about it to him, I just go about the daily routine, and on Friday evenings we have sex, and then the tv goes on. So, that is my life in a nutshell-
pretty, pathetic, huh?