I wonder why all the doctors and professors I’ve met told me its going to be okay. I mean, they should know better that there is no escape. This is not a passing cold.
That pisses me off. Later, after 6 months of therapy, they tell me the truth. Fucking morons. I knew that from the beginning. It doesn’t matter how much you stuff me with Prozac, it will be there.
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They pascify you in the beginning to keep you alive long enough for the meds to work and then when you’re dependant they tell you that it is a work in progress.
Don’t get me wrong, when I went for help this last time, if my doctor had told me that I would only be a little happier than I was before I probably wouldn’t be here. Sometimes you need the lie. I just wish they would understand that we really know the truth.