The side effects are nothing really. My body will adjust over the next days or weeks. I've been through it all before - just not for a while. They are almost like an old friend compared to the negative thoughts. I actually welcome the distraction.

Physically, I feel fine this morning. No headache or tightness. Not feeling sick. Even managed a proper sleep. I've got a slight nervous tremor but as symptoms go that's firmly in the minor league. So the immediate task will be to eat - I could give up eating altogether as far as my head and body are concerned - and then take the tablets - this time an hour after eating and with a drink and not all 3 at once. My stomach definitely does not like prozac but I got used to them before so I will again.

It helps to write but I don't want to get into psychological stuff as it makes me feel exposed and a bit pathetic so the physical stuff gives me something to focus my attention on. I might later go in that direction and then it will be a 500,000 word essay on my worst feelings but I don't really want to if I can avoid it. Once bitten, twice shy. I have to learn to contain things when my moods slip or at least learn where to release. It's easy to get caught up in the therapeutic nature of confession but afterwards you look at what you've written and how self-absorbed and self-defeating it all is and feel embarrassed. It can make me feel worse. It's one me who writes the words but it could another me who is much more disparaging and hateful towards that person who later reads them. So I have to learn self-control. Even during times like these. Especially during times like these, I suppose, although I'll cut myself some slack as it's not easy this whole process.