I started taking Zoloft after a huge depression episode, there were too many changes in my life, and a bit too many stressors, so it just overwhelmed me. I am sure a lot of you will relate to this, as sometimes the world seems just too big and too scary.

The next six months were like time to just survive. It was not as bad as before, but I felt like the major fall broke my legs and I had to learn how to walk again. I wish I could tell my past self to not be so hard on herself for the time she needed to heal.

Then small steps. One after another. Bad weeks started to decrease in time, first 4 per month, then 3 per month, then 2, then weeks become days.

And then it became normal. Bearable. Days had their funny moments, I started to be more social, and I had the energy to read some good books, and play some cool games. I could think more clearly. I was content.

But two weeks ago I thought: "Well, I feel happy." I thought it was just a random thought. But it happened once again, just before falling asleep - and I bet you know, the time when you try to doze off is one of the hardest. And today, cleaning my rabbit poops I thought I am happy again.

It was a hard journey, that seemed to lead only to a dead end (pun not intended), but well, if you are at the beginning of that road, and you need someone to tell you it is going to be alright.

You will be alright. Be kind to yourself, and do not force yourself to stand too quickly. I know side effects are a bitch, but those will be soon an unpleasant memory. You will need time to heal, and drugs will need time to take effect. And then you will recover. If you are sad or scared, it is okay, but it is going to get better. Maybe through Zoloftft, maybe you will have to find another drug. But for me, Zoloft was a big clutch to hold onto.

I cross my fingers for you, that is struggling now. Be well, and I hope you will too think out of nothing, that you feel happy.