Dear_one wrote:
One of the worst is trying to rely on antidepressants.
I beg to differ! I think it's far, far worse when a mental health abuser... sorry, I mean "worker"...
withholds antidepressants from you, when they could mean a different between you becoming happy and you committing suicide.
My own therapist did exactly that. Whenever I asked her to get me "happiness pills" (my term for antidepressants, since I didn't know the real term), she pretended not to know what I'm talking about, fed me stupid platitudes about "finding happiness the natural way", or yelled at me for wanting a quick fix. Well, she turned out to be the stupid one. I found my own "happiness pills": by sneaking my parents' whiskey or by abusing cold medications.
Many times, I used to deliberately get myself sick, like by getting my hair wet and sticking my head out the window in winter, or by secretly taking cold baths in summer, so my parents would buy me NyQuil and Robitussin. My parents
probably suspected things when they saw me get sick multiple times a year, but they never questioned me. And of course, I constantly snuck whiskey from their bottles and replaced it with water, or I poured myself glasses from their boxed wine when the box was too full to notice.
I'm sure the real "happiness pills" would have been better. But I was working with the only options I had available to me, and they were just good enough. After all, I was a minor and couldn't get a prescription without her referral, and I was too afraid to find a gangster to buy pills from on the streets.
Of course, today, I can buy a bottle of whiskey any time I want, and I can get an antidepressant prescription without much difficulty. But when you're 13, you DON'T HAVE those luxuries.
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