Pathless define12/13/2023 ![]() So though I know pre-dawn running through woods frequented by coyotes and bears and possible demons isn’t exactly healthy, it’s healthier than following my mind where it was headed. That’s one of the problems with antidepressants, I’ve heard: they make you feel well enough to kill yourself. The bad news was that, unlike a month before, I was able to get out of bed and potentially act. The good news was that, unlike a month before, I was able to get out of bed. It felt like bad but convincing outside counsel. I didn’t like thinking about all the possible ways to die, didn’t like imagining how quickly it could be done-and, most of all, I didn’t like that there was something comforting in the thought of suicide. It was my thoughts, after all, that were suicidal, I told myself, not me. What was bad, though, were the thoughts I was having, thoughts I had hoped would go away once the pills dissolved into my system. Yesterday morning, I did just that and got five hours. When he prescribed them last week, my doctor told me that if I wanted any chance of sleep, I should take the antidepressants right after waking up in the morning. An animal I’m reasonably certain is a possum-and if not a possum, definitely a demon-creeps through the leaf litter 40 yards ahead of me.Īccording to a sign I passed a mile ago, the park is closed until dawn, but these are the Georgia mountains-there’s no one here but me and that possum (or demon), the hour being, depending on your perspective, either so late or so early that any possible mischief has gone to bed. ![]() Soon, though, I’ll be on the unlit dirt trail-that’s-barely-a-trail that skirts the Nottely River. ![]() It’s 5:10 in the morning, and the concrete path I’m running is illuminated, barely, by lamps filled with at least a year’s worth of dead moths. ![]()
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