OK, I'm officially freaked out now.

I am taking Lexapro almost as long as this blog is up: that would be... let's see... three years already?

I love Lexapro. I really do. It helped my SAD. It helped *me* when I was completely out of options, and almost hopeless.

Since Lexapro kicked in, I could just go on with my life, not thinking about this social anxiety stuff.

No fears, no tremors, no sweating, no ruminating endlessly. I just felt... so normal.

In the end, I almost forgot about that black dog on my shoulder.

I didn't feel like writing this blog either - or visiting every day, sometimes multiple times a day "my" SAD forum like I used to - or reading a bunch of overcoming social anxiety books and ebooks and cure social phobia DVD's I've bought - - - all that talk about social phobia... Ah. Wearing me out.

Didn't want to remind me.

It was not my problem any more.

Because when I pop that little white pill in the morning, I am free.



Dude, you just had to go and wake me up, ha?