Category: Do Not Quote Me
Everyone starts somewhere. These posts are from my earlier years — written with confidence that outpaced wisdom. I’ve left them up because deleting them would be dishonest, and because the distance between then and now is kind of the whole point.
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Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation: Final Post – Catching Up
A while has passed since my final TMS treatment. If Fate were a person, I would wonder what critical offense I had caused her. A virus has swept across the planet and forced us into isolation. Thankfully, TMS has equipped my brain with a newfound ability to manage complex emotional states or at least start
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Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation (TMS) Post #24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30
Here’s the thing about my TMS treatment. It flatlined. Not in the sense that it died and surreptitiously scurried away into the abyss. I haven’t seen any major improvement or decline in days. Talking with the technician, I related that I was concerned about the treatment and that this was the end, a limited improvement.
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Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation (TMS) Post #21, 22, 23
Day 21, 22, 23: Last week, I was grateful for my treatment. It afforded me the ability to approach a challenging week with a moderate attitude. Having been hired by an organization, Laura moved to Florida on Friday. Despite our struggles over the past year, she has remained a regular and welcome presence in my
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Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation (TMS) Post #19, 20
Day 19, 20:Difficult. This week has been stressful, but not for the reasons you might think. It wasn’t depression, rather my lack of depression that has helped me survive the onslaught of the beginning of this week. Unfortunately, I can’t talk about the incident at work that was the source of my troubles this week.
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Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation (TMS) Post #17, 18
Day 17, 18:I now bring us back to our regularly scheduled broadcast. Day 17 was chaotic and intriguing, it started with excellent mood and motivation, but eventually, the day devolved into a mournful sorrow. Day 17 is also notable for the excited rapidity with which I talked. I was hyper, manic(?), and it felt like