Maybe I should give a little history of myself. So I don’t seem to be obsessing about the dreams.
I was initially reluctant to take an AD. Resisted it for a year or so. When I did first start taking one (Prozac), the change in me was profound and all for the better. The depression lifted, energy surged, calm and peacefulness emerged for probably the first time in my life. THings and people didn’t bother me NEARLY as much as ever before. I could handle situations now that would have sent me packing or crying or fighting before. What a difference. My son later told me he thought we’d won the lottery, I was so happy.
Prozac, however, made me the “zombie with a smile” (loved that description!). So I switched to Celexa, ending up at 40 mg. I continued to do well. Family situations clarified (and continue to do so). I took some writing classes and ended up with an internship and now a freelance, part-time situation in writing at a local community college. I’ve had a ball working, and have managed to not get embroiled in personnel situations as I would have before. In fact, this is the first job I’ve had that has gone well in my life.
The change was so profound I think even my therapist was convinced of the efficacy of meds. As I said earlier, not everyone yet believes in them–even some therapists.
I’m truly doing very well, and never want to go back to the way it was before. For me, the dreams are one of the last remaining “issues” I’d like to get rid of. Hence, my persistence.
Hope this helps you know where I’m coming from a bit better. Keep the posts coming.