*thud!* went the brain...

I slammed last night's vicious attack of depression and the urge to self-harm with two medications, Diazepam and Seroquel -- a combination that inevitably leaves me with the feeling that my brain is melting out of my ears. I still feel like I'm buried under a heap of wet clinging sand, and almost couldn't get out of bed this afternoon, but it's better than wanting to make long slicing wounds in my own skin.

Sent off money for soap to he_dreams_awake and went to see my psychiatrist, who was pleased to hear that the exercise program he prescribed (though I'm not fully up to speed on it yet) is working to improve my overall energy levels and mood, in spite of the occasional dip. He gave me a note excusing me from work at Ipsos-Reid until April 4th, and will see me again in a month's time to evaluate my progress.

Marvel Masterworks... feh. I didn't get as much done last night as I'd hoped, and I'm into a really combat-heavy couple of issues set on an alien planet. So, lots of complex shapes and multiple alien combatants in strange outfits. The perfect assignment for someone who's as heavily doped up as I am at the moment. :-P

Meh. I just can't get up a head of steam, or any enthusiasm for life. Time to make some coffee, open up a Marvel Masterworks file, and set down to painting one figure... then another... then another... one step at a time.