Checkmate big Pharma, I’m a poster-pilled serotonin factory now. I’ve seized the memes of endorphin production and liberated myself from Capitalism. Posting is praxis and I’ll cry if anyone tells me otherwise, so you better not! You’d hate it. I’m a real ugly cryer.
I don’t want to go back on antidepressants but on the other hand I don’t think it’s normal to cry literally all day over my circumstances in life then come home and keep on crying
I could try to improve my circumstances but I am too busy being unable to stop crying
Sometimes, we need help. That’s okay and I don’t mean for this to be anything more than a shitpost. I do hear that when you find the right drug it can minimize side effects and really improve one’s life. Love and solidarity in your pursuit of mental health comrade.
Having another chain around my neck for my employer to yank should I misbehave is something I refuse to do again. I refuse to take on a financial burden that emotionally numbs me so I will be a more effective cog in the great machine. Make no mistake, I am suffering greatly but it has always been due to my circumstances. I don’t need chemical correction. I need community, companionship, affection, purpose, and meaning. I need love. I need a life worth living.
I want to feel my feelings now. Even if it hurts. I just want it to hurt less a bit.
