
Lyn
Momentary
- Mar 1, 2025
- 216
I just fucking hate doctors.
Especially the old ones who still think mental illness is some kind of made-up bullshit.
For months, I worked with my doctor and psychiatrist to find the right meds, something that would at least help me get out of bed, go outside, and function like a half-decent human being.
They were amazing. Young, sharp, and actually gave a damn. They understood what was going on and genuinely tried to help.
But I had to move to another city...
So I go to this new family doctor, and of course, it's some old, clueless cunt who doesn't even know half the meds I've been prescribed. Or worse, claims they're for "other conditions" and I don't actually need them.
I didn't come in for a debate. I just fucking wanted to renew the damn prescriptions.
Instead, this arrogant idiot just canceled everything and tells me to "take fluoxetine."
Which has no effect on me.
Oh, and the cherry on top?
"Try meditation and think positively."
Fuck off. Just. Fuck. Off.
Yeah, right. After over decades of being mentally broken, unable to even get out of bed, having panic attacks just at the thought of leaving my flat, having tremors when interacting with people, to the point where I forget how to walk or how to talk and not even being able to sleep well.
Apparently all I need is some breathing exercises and to "think positively."
Sure, that'll fix everything. Fucking brilliant.
Worthless, brain-dead old quacks, spewing garbage they memorized from their outdated, shit-filled psychology textbooks...
And you know what? I can only try to change my family doctor in 3 month!
Fucking hell, and all this is happening while I'm busting my ass trying to find a damn job, dragging myself to interviews, just to scrape by and not end up on the fucking street.
I'm fucking done dealing with idiots. I've had it with the constant stream of useless assholes polluting my life.
And without my meds? I'm just irreversibly fucked.
Fuck everything. I'm fucking done.
Especially the old ones who still think mental illness is some kind of made-up bullshit.
For months, I worked with my doctor and psychiatrist to find the right meds, something that would at least help me get out of bed, go outside, and function like a half-decent human being.
They were amazing. Young, sharp, and actually gave a damn. They understood what was going on and genuinely tried to help.
But I had to move to another city...
So I go to this new family doctor, and of course, it's some old, clueless cunt who doesn't even know half the meds I've been prescribed. Or worse, claims they're for "other conditions" and I don't actually need them.
I didn't come in for a debate. I just fucking wanted to renew the damn prescriptions.
Instead, this arrogant idiot just canceled everything and tells me to "take fluoxetine."
Which has no effect on me.
Oh, and the cherry on top?
"Try meditation and think positively."
Fuck off. Just. Fuck. Off.
Yeah, right. After over decades of being mentally broken, unable to even get out of bed, having panic attacks just at the thought of leaving my flat, having tremors when interacting with people, to the point where I forget how to walk or how to talk and not even being able to sleep well.
Apparently all I need is some breathing exercises and to "think positively."
Sure, that'll fix everything. Fucking brilliant.
Worthless, brain-dead old quacks, spewing garbage they memorized from their outdated, shit-filled psychology textbooks...
And you know what? I can only try to change my family doctor in 3 month!
Fucking hell, and all this is happening while I'm busting my ass trying to find a damn job, dragging myself to interviews, just to scrape by and not end up on the fucking street.
I'm fucking done dealing with idiots. I've had it with the constant stream of useless assholes polluting my life.
And without my meds? I'm just irreversibly fucked.
Fuck everything. I'm fucking done.
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