I feel better, yeah. Less crying spells, less feeling like I want to yell at people for really trivial stuff, less feeling like just getting through the day is to hard to do every single day of my life.
But I still don't have hope for my future. I don't have dreams. My long-term view is as cynical and empty as ever, I just don't feel as bad about it. It's kind of a strange way to live.
Plus there's the drowsiness, which is kind of a pain.