I’m not happy so she told me to take these pills.
My psychiatrist.
One year of pills isn’t doing good enough. Increase dose.
20mg.
One year. Increase dose. 30mg.
One more year. Mania starts. Decrease dose. 20mg.
Anxiety attacks every single day for 8 weeks. Different medicine.
Prozac. 20mg.
Eight weeks. Not working. Increase dose. 40mg.
Six months. Not working. Increase dose. 60mg.
One year. Not working. Zoloft 20mg.
Tick.
Tick.
Still not working. Switch medicine classes.
Four years of pills. Still not working. Still not happy.
This is mental illness.
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