2 years ago I took the medication propecia for 9 days. My life has never been the same. These last two years my life has been a living hell. I have so many problems now. I am impotent, fat, severely depressed, fatigue, muscle loss, brainfog, dry skin, weakness. Also my face looks aged now 10 yrs! I try to get on zoloft but the sexual sides are unbearable. My body barely tolerates psychiatric medicine now. I feel trapped. I really dont want life to be over because im only 25 yrs old. But im getting worse not better. And there are hundreds of other men with the same condition. None of which have gotten better! I regret taking this drug because it ended my life and my health. I am barely alive today. I want to die every night. Sleeping is my only joy!
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BROTHER!! you’re singing the exact same song as me!! I swear. hold on buddy! I’m guna give u a full reply later today. keep it together for me man.
Yeah, one fucking handful of pills, that’s all it takes. This shit makes me furious. Where’s the accountability?
You know, this isn’t fair. Misinformation campaigns backing the pumping out of mass produced chemical-pellets, molestation of the leniency provided by the free market, protected under the law. It’s just utter recklessness, and it causes so much pointless despair, and most of these people go UNACKNOWLEDGED.
Because of ruthless cretins, we have to pander to these monstrosities spoon feeding us potential POISEN.
alright bro so I told you I’d give you a full reply so here it is. buddy, I can’t explain how tough and rough the past 4 months have been for me–not only from a mind that is relentlessly uncontrollable and is it’s own creature–but because of the ****** drug cocktail I was force fed. leaving me utterly shaken AND stirred. I’m telling you man, when I say I was a zombie–I WAS A FUCKING ZOMBIE. couldn’t think–literally blank slate and absolutely mentally dead zoned. nothing going on upstairs my friend. completely cleaned out. let it be known that most of the adverse affects I experienced from those drugs are still ailing and torturing me daily today–in this moment! from permanently fucking with my circadian rhythm to altering how I perceive reality, and ultimately screwing with all my cognitive faculties and dimensions. Including but not limited to my ability to think clearly, ability to think period, intelligence and processing speed, creativity or lack thereof now, ability to formulate and communicate my thoughts in a clear and concise manner(never know what I’m going to be served daily in regards to this inconsistency) and the list goes on and on. A host of physical side effects as well lets not forget. Bro, I’m telling you when I read what you wrote–I have a special place in my heart for people that suffer the psychiatric shitstorm–and you have my understanding and sympathies man. Genuinely feel for you. I wish you all the best and let me say this: be vigilant and almost paranoid what you put into your body. I’m talking anything from street drugs, to big ******–they’re all the same. just cause you’re getting it from a drug dealer in a white lab coat doesn’t make it safe as you very well know now first hand–no pun intended. Practice caution and may your path lead to peace and clarity. Kudos.