I had a bit of a moment last night.
Since I started taking the anti-depressants, my mood has certainly changed (as you've probably noticed). I'm a lot more alert, have tons of energy and am not so down all the time.
There have been some unexpected consequences though. Things that make me hope that I don't have to take them for long.
The first is that I seem to have lost my creative spark. I've had a bit of a writer's block, and I just don't seem to be taking as many good pictures as I was before. Perhaps it's true that the tortured mind is the most creative. I don't know where I heard that, but it makes sense, look at Kurt Cobain, Mozart, Van Gogh, Andy Warhol...
Not that I'm saying I'm in their league!
Anyway, all I know is that before I started taking these drugs, I was very low, but could pull out a good blog post without too much trouble. Now, It's a real struggle, and they never seem to read quite right for me.
The other consequence is that I have not been able to cry. And I mean at all. Not even a little bit; a single tear.
Until last night.
I don't know what set me off, but I had an overwhelming feeling of loss. Of missing Sam. And I had a good cry. Luckily my boys were there to give me cuddles, and I just let it out.
Don't worry, I feel better now, back to (my crazy version of) normal. But it was a good release.
Now to tackle the creativity thing...Do you think that being a little crazy (eccentric; off-centre; tortured; etc) is a necessity for creative thinking?