Yep! Still an Introvert

I love Prozac. I’ve been on it for three months now. I feel the best I’ve felt in years. I have almost zero anxiety and the depression is g o n e gone. I no longer feel like I am carrying heavy sacks of cement around with me everywhere I go. Just talking to people doesn’t leave me feeling like I need to sleep for three days. Finally I feel normal again.


I am still an introvert. How do I know this? Well I was feeling so good, I was happy to fill my social calendar up with things I hadn’t wanted to do in a while. Like leave the house. My wife and I went out one night. Another we went and saw friends then the next day we saw other friends. It was great! I like people. I like talking to them. But trying to fit all the socializing I haven’t been doing into just one weekend? Probably not the best choice.

I’ve been feeling so good and enjoying feeling so good that I failed to remember I still need time for myself to recharge between social visits or I start to feel a little drained. That’s why I was a little confused this morning when I was responding to Daylio’s reminder to check my emotions and my self check came up with a “meh”. I haven’t had a “meh” in weeks. So I took a little me time to cogitate upon my “self state” and follow some thoughts around in me head.

It didn’t take long before I had that “Ahhah!” moment.

Yup I’m Still an introvert. I may naturally be an outgoing introvert in a good mood but I still need to spread my socializing out a bit more than some other people. I also need to make sure that I do things that feed my inner self in between that socializing so that I have energy to spare so I can enjoy my friends and family. I want to be around people but I also want them to get the better me not the tired grumpy me. If that means I only go out two nights on a weekend instead of three that’s fine. There is nothing wrong with taking care of myself so I can enjoy the world more.

So finally I feel like socializing again. Thank you modern medicine. And as one of my favorite human beings reminded me: if you can’t make your own neurotransmitters, store bought is fine.