They probably see people a few days out of the year to set up whatever welfare and disability they will be on for the rest of their lives while they rapidly deteriorate and die from personal neglect and suicide.
I have more hallucinations since the drugs they put me on. The difference being I know that shit isn't real. Those drugs fucked me up. And gave me more. Just permanently wrecked my brain and perception.
I was a gorgeous 6/10 in great shape. All they had to do was give me something to chill out with instead of leaving me trapped with someone giving me PTSD panic anxiety attacks. So that I could put my therapy to use, my DBT and zen to use. And so that I wasn't constantly reinjuring and wiping myself out trying to cope with situations that where dangerous and stressful.
That person is gone outa my life. My life is better. It's not easier. It's better. My long relationship with my long time housemate has improved. Things are better. My relationships with acquaintances are better. I'm less suicidal.
The drugs didn't help and chipped away at my capacity to cope. I have a great wisdom and deep understanding of dealing with emotional hardship.
The problem isn't, wasn't me. That doesn't mean that I can't do better. I can certainly tell you in my case drugs are unhelpful.
I made this thread because of whale biologist tho. It's not really about people addicted to serotonin.
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