I hear you, hon. I had the energy to clean it. However, I don't have the energy for why I cleaned it in the first place. My passions after this new med just lost its charms. I need to find a way to tug back on that cord of reason in order to swing from it and keep writing my book. Maybe I'm doomed to nightly depression, forcing myself off an anti depressant. It's terrible, but I believe my writing is more of an imperative than my nightly depression that sweeps me off my feet.

The first think I said is let's take care of this anhedonia and then the nightly depression. It appears I can't have it both ways. All the while, I'm not even in the therapeutic range for this SNRI. Maybe I should split the pill in half