So two days ago I finally gave in and went to the doctor about all this shit. Do you know how hard it is to admit that you can't handle the shit going on in your own head? It is fucking horribly torturous. There is nothing inherently wrong with it, but having to put your weapons on safe, clear the breeches and remove your magazine, run that
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Then Thomas died.. I went to a psychiatrist.. I was all shut in .. anxiety and could barely talk... he sd i was taking the WRONG anti-anxiety med.. Klonopin.. "clonazepam" worked wonders for me.. i could handle things.. i talked to people.. it doubled my drinks.. LOL! .. i hope they gave you the right one..
I would always want to know.. and must set up a way to get email or notification if you ever are down like this again.. I'm very good spiritually to talk to.. and you know i've ALWAYS cared for you!! Always!!
In hopes things get better!!
<3
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