I finally decided that the anxiety I was experiencing (as described in lurid detail in some of my recent posts) was beginning to affect my ability to function, so I started up anti-depressants again.
It feels a little like giving up, because anti-depressants deaden my emotions, and the point of the journey I'm on is to get more in touch with my Self, and to do that, I have to allow myself to experience my emotions. This time around, I'm taking the smallest dose pill that I was prescribed and cutting it in half. I've been on that dose for a few days (it's Wellbutrin, which acts pretty fast), and I definitely feel some deadening of emotions. But I also notice that I can actually make plans for the day and carry most of them out, which my anxiety was sometimes preventing.
I think the anxiety and despair I feel when I'm off them is really what I was feeling some 50 years ago, during my "hell years," so it's important for me to be able to feel them. Deadening them is a kind of running away, which allows them to remain buried but active the way they've been for half a century.
One step forward, two steps back, I guess....