My therapist is so incompetent that I am now so angry and anxious with my healthcare that I have been driven to drink. I just had therapy, and am drinking BECAUSE OF IT. That is an A+ Wow. Now I just have to strategize: What’s the best way to smear them for it.
Toodles would be her name, by the way. Of the hot bitch who turns into a neurotic wreck. So anyway I’m sayin’ like, I have a drinking problem. It’s not that I drink. It’s okay to have some. It’s that I use it as medicine, before noon. Fuck. I am having a beer to tame […]
Okay well–and I’m blogging about this instead of reporting it to my doctor, note that–I just took a bath and had some excruciating psychosomatic spikes of pain right in my mind. Fucking I thought I was dying. Jesus Christ. And they call them panic attacks. For starters, they’re liars, and they don’t want me to […]
I have nothing to do. I can’t read. If there was a medication that could heal you of your crazy but it meant you couldn’t enjoy reading, would you take it? I bet most of you wouldn’t. They never told me this would happen as a side effect. They never told me the side effects. […]
My meds are still treating me like shit, as you can tell.
The problem with having a dopamine deficiency is you don’t find that cozy pleasure from things that you love. You’re part dead inside. Great medicine.
This place is sort of the unofficial log of my schizophrenia. I am diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder but I’m not depressed anymore so I think the diagnosis should be changed to bona fide schizophrenia but they didn’t do that because psychiatry is an ineffectuate shitshow. I can’t stay in my room too long because of […]