Crab Rangoon
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- Apr 5, 2018
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I have severe social anxiety, agoraphobia, panic disorder and bouts of depression. I decided that if I can't at least fix my high inhib this year I'll rope. Obviously I need some powerful medication to help with this task, so I started seeing a psychiatrist.
JFL. I muster up the courage to leave the house and see this bitch, and then sit there and describe how shit my life is to her and how hopeless I am etc, all so she can pump me with big pharma SSRIs. I literally sit there for an hour while she judges me, making me feel worse than a fucking homeless dog.
Now if I want some fucking Xanax I have to buy it online and be classed as a criminal, assuming it's not rat poison. May as well rope right now.
JFL. I muster up the courage to leave the house and see this bitch, and then sit there and describe how shit my life is to her and how hopeless I am etc, all so she can pump me with big pharma SSRIs. I literally sit there for an hour while she judges me, making me feel worse than a fucking homeless dog.
Now if I want some fucking Xanax I have to buy it online and be classed as a criminal, assuming it's not rat poison. May as well rope right now.