I'm still feeling pretty "unsorted"... some of it is the effect of having my life taken apart, stuffed into boxes, randomized, and moved from one house to another.
But some of it is, I think, more of a slow realization about myself / my life, as the anti-depressants finally sort themselves out and start working for me. Realizing that I do need to learn how to relax. Realizing that I need to prioritize, in all areas of my life, to stay focused on things that will be good for me and reward me in the future, and to avoid things that are a waste of time, or will only cause grief. It's hard at the best of times; but I guess I have managed, with the help of medication, to at least back-fill enough of this pit that I've dug to finally see above ground level again. That makes a huge difference: I'm thinking longer-term and bigger-picture again, instead of just "me" and "now" and "this pit". From here, I can at least make progress, I hope, instead of just trying to stop digging for lack of a better direction.
I hope. :)