
Ellipsis
Member
- Nov 16, 2022
- 55
I went to the psychiatrist after drinking some whiskey to give me courage. I had never been there in my entire life, but I told myself that it was necessary to try everything for everything. I was actually looking to get benzos for the SN. In the end, it didn't help much, I felt uncomfortable, terribly anxious and like shit. He told me that for my social phobia problems I had to force myself to go out because you can't live by staying locked up at home. And that I had to motivate myself because I lacked motivation. It was quite violent, especially since it took me a lot of courage to consult, it was unthinkable for me.
I kept crying on my way out, unhappy that I didn't have my benzos. And on the other hand, I couldn't tell the doctor that I wanted to die, that the real problem was my suicidal thoughts.
In the end he just prescribed me antidepressants (Paroxetine). I still went to get them from the pharmacy and the lady looked at me with a look of pity as she gave them to me.
Great day. This further confirms my desire to die.
I kept crying on my way out, unhappy that I didn't have my benzos. And on the other hand, I couldn't tell the doctor that I wanted to die, that the real problem was my suicidal thoughts.
In the end he just prescribed me antidepressants (Paroxetine). I still went to get them from the pharmacy and the lady looked at me with a look of pity as she gave them to me.
Great day. This further confirms my desire to die.