Recently (less than 30 days ago) I started taking a more serious medication for depression. I haven't noticed any major changes, or so I thought but... my physical manifestations of depression - eating, sleeping, activity, etc. - are much worse. However... I sort of feel like, generally OK? Like I am realizing now that I am feeling a more stable overall mood; things that would have upset me or sent me into a thought spiral aren't doing that. I feel more positive, for lack of a better word. I am less anxious or worried all the time about the things I usually ruminate on. But, actively... I am like, unable to sleep at normal nighttime hours, or only for like, 2-3 hours at most. Then I wake up and I'm up all night. Then I sleep all day when I should be working. I think I've even been sleeping just, like, way too much, but I didn't notice at first because I thought I was just crashing in the daytime due to nighttime insomnia. Now I'm like... wait... I think I slept for like 14+ hours, just, on and off, and at the wrong times. I was doing this before medication, but LESS so - like I had trouble sleeping at night and napped in the day when I should have been working but, it wasn't every day, and it was not for more than normal amounts of sleep. And before, it was making me FREAK OUT with anxiety, knowing that I wasn't doing much or any work and could lose my job. Now it's like... worse, but I don't care? Or it doesn't give me the same level of horrible anxiety? I spend most of my day in my bedroom with the blackout curtains drawn, on and off sleeping, or binging TV that I don't even care about. I have been out to socialize with friends a few times in the last couple of weeks and have not really wanted to go, but made myself. Then I'll realize "oh, geez, you haven't been outside in a while" but just, go on. Because my sleep is all messed up I am not really eating very much. This just all feels... backward and problematic to me. Like, NOT feeling quite so horrible all the time is nice, but, if it's just a copacetic thing allowing me to still be a depressed log and just not hate myself quite as much for it? Then I'm not sure this is doing what it's supposed to do. Any thoughts on this? I have a medicine check-in coming up this week but... I don't know. I just would like to hear some other perspectives on this - I would love to hear others' experiences; especially anyone who had anything similar when they first/finally started medication.