so i went to the doctor yesterday. my PCP.
other than the receptionist being an all around bitch it wasnt bad this time around.
my doctor finally listened to me about my stress and my anxiety.
and then asks me a series of questions and has me rate each one with anything from 1-3, based on how good/bad/frequent/etc something is.
after this was all said and done, and my number answers were added up, she says i have “severe depression” which i was sort of expecting.
i was given a 30 day sample pack of VIIBRYD® (vilazodone)
a drug which my brother and i dont feel i should take unless i talk to a specialist first and get a real diagnosis from someone who will listen to me. someone who i can talk to about all the demons i have. all the voices i have screaming at me.
not just telling someone “yea i hate myself, yea i think about death and blah blah blah”
have any of you ever tried this? or been diagnosed this way?
am i wrong for feeling uncomfortable having been told i have something from someone who doesnt know whats really going on in my head.
can anyone give me some guidance here?
or am i just talking to the wall as usual?
when someone tries to do something nice…..don’t make fun. if it doesn’t work out, fine.
but seriously don’t joke. just cuz what I tried to do didn’t work right for you, its not funny to me when you pretty much make fun of me for trying.
over reaction….quite possible. but everyone is different and reacts differently to things.
and the blatant “no that’s not true” doesn’t help either.
what’s worse is that nobody fucking gives a shit.
I’ve never want to slit myself open more in my fucking life.