Excluded
My life are just failed copes
★
- Joined
- Aug 2, 2019
- Posts
- 2,549
I was in diferent psychiatrists along my life and took diferent kind of antidepressants as i was diagnosed as depressed. But they also gave me antipsychotics (don't know why).
I just want to tell you guys the awful secondary effects that i had and made me leave medication one after another. I don't even remember the names of those pills but i can tell you they tried different kind of them till i just couldn't stand that shit and told the psychiatrist that i wanted to stop medication.
Last time was when i tried to take my life by taking like +50 pills of benzodiacepines that i had in a drawer. I woke up next day into psychiatry unit in the hospital, and they took me there for nearly a week with another people. They gave me some pills there and when i left that place i went to a psychiatrist that continued that medication.
After 2 weeks with that shit i couldn't even stay sit. I had an urge to move. Just imagine how awful it feels not being able to stop moving and rest properly without streching my body. I stopped that shit and the effect disapeared. Then she (the psychiatrist) gave me another kind of medication that didn't had that effect on me and made me feel more relaxed and sleepy.
I thought i'm okay with this, but then another secondary effect appeared, itchy legs. Really, how can a medication that is suposed to affect the brain gave me itches? It happened, and it was awful. Those itches were so brutal that i was scrathching my legs like a maniac for 1 hour or more, sweating. That happened some times and i didn't even related it to the medication. Some day i even took a taxi to go hospital, but then i went back cause itches were starting to dissapear. The psychiatrist told me: "no, that can't be medication". But it was on the list of uncommon secondary effects. When i stopped with that shit too itches dissapeared. That whore was wrong, and it was proven that she was wrong.
Some other secondary effect of pills were pulsations in my hearth, insomnia and nausea. So, as you can imagine, i can't fucking cope with pills. Even now that i feel at my bottom and i probably should be taking pills i just can't go back to that shit. It never helped me with my depression. Depression always stays there. And the deep reason as you can imagine is not having that love and affection from woman, that sexual relationship with consent. This kills a guy inside day after day, year after year.
But this stupid medical system just doesn't understand shit. How can that whore expect me to keep taking medication that is completely destroying my life? Well thats what she wanted. And i end up tired of that shit and i left. "But eh bro you're just not trying enough, just try another pill, this is the good one". JFL at this people, this mentality is something i can't understand anymore. The lies, the shitty cope, their broken system that is ruining the lives of many good people...
Medical system is just a business. Is completely wrong. Their treatments, their medication, their therapy... Everything has been proven to be a failure as people keeps suffering and taking their lives every day.
Do you know what would help with me? RECOGNIZING INCELDOM. Recognizing this as a serious and real dissease that can only be cured by having that love from a female that was never given. But it will never happen, because in the current state of society we are blamed for it, we are mocked for it every time. That's all we receive.
I've writen too much shit already, have a good day
I just want to tell you guys the awful secondary effects that i had and made me leave medication one after another. I don't even remember the names of those pills but i can tell you they tried different kind of them till i just couldn't stand that shit and told the psychiatrist that i wanted to stop medication.
Last time was when i tried to take my life by taking like +50 pills of benzodiacepines that i had in a drawer. I woke up next day into psychiatry unit in the hospital, and they took me there for nearly a week with another people. They gave me some pills there and when i left that place i went to a psychiatrist that continued that medication.
After 2 weeks with that shit i couldn't even stay sit. I had an urge to move. Just imagine how awful it feels not being able to stop moving and rest properly without streching my body. I stopped that shit and the effect disapeared. Then she (the psychiatrist) gave me another kind of medication that didn't had that effect on me and made me feel more relaxed and sleepy.
I thought i'm okay with this, but then another secondary effect appeared, itchy legs. Really, how can a medication that is suposed to affect the brain gave me itches? It happened, and it was awful. Those itches were so brutal that i was scrathching my legs like a maniac for 1 hour or more, sweating. That happened some times and i didn't even related it to the medication. Some day i even took a taxi to go hospital, but then i went back cause itches were starting to dissapear. The psychiatrist told me: "no, that can't be medication". But it was on the list of uncommon secondary effects. When i stopped with that shit too itches dissapeared. That whore was wrong, and it was proven that she was wrong.
Some other secondary effect of pills were pulsations in my hearth, insomnia and nausea. So, as you can imagine, i can't fucking cope with pills. Even now that i feel at my bottom and i probably should be taking pills i just can't go back to that shit. It never helped me with my depression. Depression always stays there. And the deep reason as you can imagine is not having that love and affection from woman, that sexual relationship with consent. This kills a guy inside day after day, year after year.
But this stupid medical system just doesn't understand shit. How can that whore expect me to keep taking medication that is completely destroying my life? Well thats what she wanted. And i end up tired of that shit and i left. "But eh bro you're just not trying enough, just try another pill, this is the good one". JFL at this people, this mentality is something i can't understand anymore. The lies, the shitty cope, their broken system that is ruining the lives of many good people...
Medical system is just a business. Is completely wrong. Their treatments, their medication, their therapy... Everything has been proven to be a failure as people keeps suffering and taking their lives every day.
Do you know what would help with me? RECOGNIZING INCELDOM. Recognizing this as a serious and real dissease that can only be cured by having that love from a female that was never given. But it will never happen, because in the current state of society we are blamed for it, we are mocked for it every time. That's all we receive.
I've writen too much shit already, have a good day