Thanks for your concern

Thanks to all who commented. I appreciate people's concern. I am feeling a bit better, although still not myself. I spent yesterday with a dear friend who just had a baby. Was good to just sit and chat all day (and hold her four-month-old; what a sweets).

I guess it's important to measure progress as just that -- progress, not necessarily a destination. I am sleeping through the night. Three months ago, there were days I came to work on an hour's sleep. My thinking is clearer, and it's getting easier to do things. M's noticed I've been less crab-ass. So yeah, I'm still anxious, but I will do what I can to reduce that, i.e., exercise regularly, reach out to others, take my breaks at work, limit caffeine, etc. I am not helpless to this. I can fight back, and I will continue to. As I say when I'm working out, fuck you, depression, and fuck you, anxiety. I will beat you.

In happier news, M and I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Sunday afternoon. I liked it, but I liked the 1971 Gene Wilder movie better. It was just a little too, well, weird. I know it is Tim Burton, and we shouldn't expect anything less from him, but Johnny Depp just didn't cut it for me as Willy Wonka. He's just too hot and young and -- that hair and makeup and voice (one reviewer called it a combination of Carol Channing and something else) just didn't mesh for me. I didn't mind looking at him for two hours, mind you, but ya know. Anyway, the visuals were breathtaking, and I'm a huge Roald Dahl fan, so I'm not sorry I saw it. And yes, there was less singing. Which many say was a good thing. Perhaps I will write an Epinion on the movie.