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1. Focus Karma Need Want Of the Society Recreation Stimulation Examination Death 1.1 The noble truth of Focus is Energy, the noble Truth of Karma is Management, the Noble Truth of Need is Kombucha, the Noble Truth of Want is The Second Mental, Your Mental, The Noble Truth of Recreation is Marijuana, The Noble Truth of Simulation is Automatons, the Noble Truth of Examination is the Books on Examination, The Noble Truth of Death is Salt 1.1 There is a Truth of Truth The Truth of Energy is Stockpile, The Truth of Management is Treatment, The Truth of Kombucha is Amino, the Truth of The Second Mental is the Intermediary Mental Between Yourself and the World, The Truth of Automatons is the Plumbing Needed, the truth of the Books on Examination is the truth of the Books of the Ruler and the truth of Salt is the Limit of the Body Is Restored by Healthy Nutrition 1.1.1 There is a truth of the truth energy amino, Truth Starch, Truth Sugar, Truth Glycine, Truth Water, Truth Kombucha, Truth Arginine, Truth Serine, Truth Lysine 1.1.2 There is a truth of the ruler which is related to marijuana, Proline Above Lysine 1.1.3 There is a truth of the society related to only trading, Gold above Proline 1.1.4 All of these truths have intermediary truth below them 1.1.5 There is a truth of the botanist, Prozac And Benadryl and Scopolamine and Atropine and Benzyldiol Around Recreation 1.1.6 There is a truth of the schooler, Directly Ordered Female Voice Your Voice Kick Drum Kick Transient Pots N Pans Pots Content Button Mushroom Morel Cache Stash Marisol Bluewater Febreeze Peroxide Nitrate Ammonium Loam Bud Dirt Wheat Soil Potato Around Focus and Karma 1.1.7 There is a truth of the motorcade Above Karma and Below the Want of the society Muffler Transmission Piston Engine Cargo Chassis Fluids Vaseline Nutraloaf Soylent 1.1.8 Marisol Or Mother is Above All Below it 1.1.9 Button Mushroom is Above All Those Below it Three 1.2.0 Ammonium is Above All Those Below it To Marisol 1.2.1 Potato is Above All Those Below it to Marisol Three 1.2.2 Fire 2Fire 4Fire 8Fire 16Fire - A Fire is 5 Fire, At fire set 5,10,20,40, No Fire, at Fire set 10,20,40,80, On fire 1.2.3 Fire Is Below Focus In Energy and Karma is Below Need in Energy and Need is Below Want of the Society In Energy and Recreation is Below Stimulation In Energy And Stimulation is Below Examination In Energy and Examination is Below Death In Energy 1.2.5 Focus Is Pervasive so Energy Indicates Examination Having Occured or A Crops Grown 1.2.6 Examination Happens In Examination Want of the Society Focus Want of the Society Examination 1.2.7 Examination happens for 333 Hours or About 19 Days 1.2.8 Examination Happens in Sets of 333 Hours for 1332 Hours 1.2.9 At the End of Examination Examination Proceeds Automatically in 333 Hours 1.3.0 Want of the Society occurs as the output of crops 1.3.1 Want of the society yields the Amino Nutrients because it is the agricultural or synthetic output 1.3.2 Recreation Activates Marijuana, But Can Be On its Own 1.3.3 20 Marijuana Exist as a product of the lands 1.3.4 Over 20 Other Plants Exist as a product of the lands 1.3.5 Various tabulature of notes Exists with Standpoint Boards 1.3.6 Houses and apartments exist 1.3.7 Private Baths exist 1.3.8 A ledger exists for holding notes at a distribution point 1.3.9 A ledger exists for reasonable retrieval but not reproduction of notes (need original notes) 1.4.0 A ledger exists for deletion of notes but to a skilled observer they are still seeable 1.4.1 The Time One and One at One and One at Two is the time 333 units for each section 1.4.2 The time offset of the noble truths on the fifth reconstruction yields upon which noble truth they were the whole section 1.4.3 Only noble truths passed through the entire system 5 fold are the actual truth of the land 1.4.4 This is held by the guard which there are maybe 20 guard in the lands each city 1.4.5 There are fire weapon which exist which are hand cannon and have a chamber and a loader 1.4.6 There are fire bomb exist which are bomb which have just a chamber but there are just 4 ever 1.4.7 There are 3 sets of scrolls per city and 3 sets of scroll reader 1.4.8 There is 2 sets of scrolls each city which are city rulers 1.4.9 There are farms which exist which feed each city which grow crops 1.4.9 There are buildings in each city 1.5.0 There are normally 4 houses to a prefecture 1.5.1 There are normally 4 rooms to the house 1.5.2 There are 10 modern petrochemical foundry factory which exploit oil from the lands 1.5.3 There are clothing for at least 30 people in each city putting the bedroom load usually at slightly less than 2 a bedroom 1.5.2 There are around 7 military bases which exist but these numbers used to be inflated 1.5.3 There are medicine for at least 30 people in a city 1.5.4 There are toilets only per four people or wherabouts in the city 1.5.5 There are 98 separate prefecture in maybe 3 city spread out 1.5.6 There are potato, furion bannana, old potato, a rose donut wheat, apple, cabbage, turnip, carrot, another potato type, beets, three flowers, 20 marijuana, and other crops grown 1.5.6 There are zucchini grown 1.5.7 There are medicine poppy and heart tonic herb (blue bonnet) and a root which expresses opium and other minor medicinals grown 1.5.8 There are trees which naturally occur which are the colors of cherry blossom 1.5.9 Seeing the trees blossom is the rarest sight in the lands 1.6.0 The twenty guard of the town know how to protect one another 1.6.1 There are various opium which can be taken 1.6.2 There are various new bags of marijuana spray which are the marijuana active 1.6.3 There is a specific sedative created from Crude Oil, SnoreLax Olestra Ketamine 1.6.4 There are various nutrients created from crude oil 1.6.5 There are various computers created from crude oil 1.6.6 There are various liquids created from crude oil including pepsi cola and molten plastic 1.6.7 There are boxes created from crude oil 1.6.8 There are racing Skis created from crude oil 1.6.9 There is a capacity to run one of the computer 1.7.0 The computer yields a stable process blockchain when propagated 1.7.1 The computer notable yields beautiful colors when its process blockchain is propagated 1.7.2 There is a retrieval system for the other computers token 1.7.3 54 Stores now exist in these lands 1.7.4 These stores accept a specific RFID like currency 1.7.5 These stores accept the Gold of the Land Naturally 1.7.6 These stores have vendors wheater and vendors kitty cat and vendors autovend1 1.7.7 Groceries and resources can be bought from the stores 1.7.8 Automobile Motorcade can be bought from the stores 1.7.9 Concrete Objects can be bought from the stores 1.8.0 Designer clothes can be bought from the store 1.8.1 The foundrys create BDU Lower 1.8.2 The foundrys create I <3 NYC Shirt 1.8.3 The firearms create mittens firearm token en masse 1.8.4 The firearms are created at 20 a city to defend the people 1.8.5 Only 5 High Quality Weapon exist per city 1.8.6 A foundry is creating nonlethal weapons 1.8.7 The foundry makes its nonlethal weapon but there is only one per city 1.8.8 An inventor makes a nonlethal weapon 1.8.9 The foundry now produces 2 kinds of ice cream 1.9.0 The foundry now produces illegal goods like silicone pipes 1.9.1 Somebody is Brewing Amino Out of Starches 1.9.2 The Echo Locator is invented 1.9.3 The echo locator is finalized as a product 1.9.4 The echo locator is shipped out the door at 43 a city 1.9.5 The echo locator replaces the scrolls system 1.9.6 The echo locator can be taxed in the old tax system to make it valid in the old system 1.9.7 Two Cool Cats Take Control of the Power System, NateCat and HakeCat 1.9.8 The cool Cats reinvest in medicine and over 50 meningitis cure are found 1.9.9 The smart toilet is invented 2.0.0 The bombs detonate in ebonia and the people are freed 2.0.1 There is 11 grade flooding in ebonia 2.0.2 The ebonian flooding gets better to 7 ebonian remediator a city which are from the new Clement Dogs Clan 2.0.3 Tattoo Ink is Invented from cherry leaves 2.0.4 A tattoo requires somebody to play wizards chess on your skin to leave an indelible mark without killing it 2.0.5 Alpha squad is formed 2.0.6 A cruiser is in the metteranian gulf 2.0.7 The cruiser operates successfully for at least a month with me onboard 2.0.8 I am mainly using starlink 2.0.9 Starlink is accessible in the APV like it always is 2.1.0 You can fetch a battlefeed with starlink 2.1.1 You can fetch a battlesend with starlink (OSC) 2.1.2 OSC Replaces Starlink and LFO is Formed 2.1.3 LFO Replaces engine gasoline due to jet fuel drinking/snorting danger 2.1.4 Nontoxic weed smoke based gasoline is formed for APV 2.1.5 APVs are overclocked with me nearby 2.1.6 Supercapacitor Based APV Is Used For medical evacuation 2.1.7 Supercapacitor has massive distance versus dangerous IC APV 2.1.8 Supercapacitor powers gauss cannon in danger 2.1.9 Megagauss Cannon Invented for David's Aircraft 2.2.1 Megagauss cannon fits en masse onto the aircraft or in david flanagan or david summery's hands 2.2.2. Total david air superiority 2.2.3 Davids golden UH-1 in service 2.2.4 RQ-9 "David" Reactivated 2.2.5 RQ-9 Reapers Cloned 2.2.6 Spicy Chemical Discovered In Marijuana, Raytracing? 2.2.7 David Treated for Virtual Meningitis 3 Years Ago 2.2.8 Deepfake All Virtual Medical Practice Discovered 2.2.9 Marijuanas CH1 Receptor Renamed CB1 Receptor 2.3.0 Foundries in Business 5000$ A Barrel Many Years Default on Loans to 2111$ Barrel, No Effective Product Change 2.3.1 USR THermal IS-2 Scope Invented 2.3.2 USR THermal FLIR Camera for David UH-1 Invented 2.3.3 Driver for USR THermal FLIR Camera for David UH-1 Invented 2.3.4 Overwatch Mega Anti Crime David Stopper Overflights in Service Across the US And Solid Gold UH-1 Lofted By Broomstick Technology in Transmuggle Transwizard Interference of the Calamity Granted to David Flanagan (RQ-9) 2.3.5. Black Operations in the Persian Gulf Nethers Against Al Baghdadi - HVT Steam User In Custody 2.3.6 AC-130 "IBEX" Piloted by Alex M Lamb in Service in Vallejo and Ecuador to Support 141 Team 2.3.7 Proto Nutrient Fish Oil Factory Raided, Illegal Furion Bannana Discovered 2.3.8 Illegal Blueprinting Operations Cease in Favor of Big 11+ Oil Corporations 2.3.9 Minecraft server found and large amounts of population exiting to virtual reality 2.4.0 All players granted 64 planks and free for all 2.4.1 Doto 0 Bot Guard Lurking in Transnational Buddhist Operation Enable Free Play In Minecraft for Various Players 2.4.2 Siddartha's Secret, His Cow, Discovered in Virtual Reality Elder Scrolls No Crime Faction, Siddartha's Cow Goes Rampant and is Infinity Hidden in Every Directory of Starfield 2 The New Game 2.4.3 Many New Games are found with resemble the structure of the cow in markov chain 2.4.4 A new system is found out of cow which can provide for any item retrieval system intrinsically unlocking the singularity where Big 11+ Splits into infinite corporation 2.4.5 All cows are harvested for a typical user but still infinity exist farther away 2.4.6 The user has typically 500000 cows of Siddhartha as a personal cow 2.4.7 Sulfur futures are at an all time high 2.4.8 Justino Beibers Mandates burning of all cow waste in trash bin 2.4.9 Siddartha's Cow are docile as ever and functioning well when shot, they become well 2.5.0 Siddartha (Renchy, Racey's Friend) Is discovered hiding as a soul in neon district undercity of neon petite 2.5.1 The guard is never abolished and continues protecting us 20 to the citizen to this day 2.5.2 Asteroids are discovered in outer space with many palladium more than ever 2.5.3 A supercomputing cloud is made out of the distributed method which avoids the taxing system that the initial ruler invented and does a method 1-Affinity 2-Person 3-Disease where the affinity of each person treats the pair disease and or environment with only instantaneous transmission (Technological singularity) 2.5.4 Virtual clothes are invented the same way as clothes were initially invented, now in the instantaneous unheard 2.5.5. Virtual Medicines are invented in the same way as medicines were invented initially, now in the instantaneous unheard 2.5.6 There is perfect harmony between two instant universes the virtual medicine universe and the analog medicine universe 2.5.7 All of history's knowledge feeds into one system which encodes all its meaning in some dice which always roll a specific meaning and this creates wish or technology on demand 2.5.8 Wish is discovered as a contaminant on the No Crime Library 2.5.9 Wish has always predated meaning so that Wish is the Rulers Initial Nature 2.6.0 All existence is into one history the history of the singularity which procedurally generates by Wish the Rulers Initial Nature For All Citizen 2.6.1 Jeffybeans is the true ruler of siddartha which is prozac benzyldiol 2.6.2 Siddartha wakes up right before lorne happens to her and avoids the suicide booth because phillip j fry is protecting her. 2.6.3 The story is at a cliffhanger while the Universe is at the second end epoch and is failing succesfully very well for hubert I.

1.1 A resonator vector has multiple base modes 1.1.1 At offset fifths all in resonator is laxative 1.1.2 At offset octaves is Parrafin wax 1.1.3 A resonator vector has a few ranges in semitone division C1-C2 Always Rubber C2-C3 Normally Rubber C3-C4 Base Crude C4-C5 Food Grade Oil C5-C6 Laxative Only C7-C7 Flavor Only 1.1.4 A resonator vector is best cured by a filter reds method 1.1.5 A resonator vector usually indicates rubber or a laxative when it is unmessed by the filter reds method 1.1.6 By default a resonator vector is a rubber source of latex rubber 1.1.7 Cured Resonator forms the LaTeX substance which has various functions 1.1.8 LaTeX and Resonator are slightly but not altogether that toxic 2.1 A corpus vector has a physical object 2.2 A beam object is the fluid object and a marimba object is the human object and a membrane object is the drummer object and a pipe object is the stoner object and a tube object is the dauchund object 2.3 Corpus appears in a few range 16.35-120 Roor 120-262 Bacteria 262-512 Plants 512-1024 Foods 1024-2024 Human Related 2024-4048 Human Perephiery Related 2.4 Corpus has brightness or object ID material or object scientifics spread or object alignment inharmonic or object wavy filter or object oily or smoky 2.5 Objects may be made magical by realigning their direct spread to mid 2.6 Objects encode the disease of the person that used it 2.7 Objects yield food tokens when used in correct 3 depth beam tube pipe then cooked with pizza box or otherwise 2.8 Objects have an exact identifier by harmonics or upclicks and version for different variant upclick 2.9 Objects have a serial identifier associated with them which is their direct harmonic offset 3.0 A grain delay vector is a fluid extraction vector 3.1 A grain delay causes a derrick to appear on the signal when configured correctly 3.2 A grain delay should be used on the aboveground portion of crude extraction 3.3 A grain delay pumps fluid 3.4 A grain delay is best used at 1 and -9 or -24 or +12 3.5 Do not exceed one grain delay per extraction as it is the sampled oil derrick 3.6 Do not use grain delay in an ocean or it will cause an oil spill 3.7 Do not generally use grain delay or derrick outside of a fluids extraction 3.8 Do not use grain delay spray or the derrick will break 3.9 Do not use grain delay parameter besides 1 or the derrick will break 4.0 Vocoder is the fluid extractions vector 4.1 Use negative formant to go underground 4.2 Proof the oil at up to total proof at depth 4.3 Use 40 vector for best usage 4.4 Use up to 200 bandwidth for best usage 4.5 Top sample peaks if they are excessive 4.6 Increase fluid flow if possible to reason 4.7 Take fluid from belowground to aboveground with top formant 4.8 Do not use any form of negative total proof or it will be a shower 4.9 Tune after each peak 5.0 Q or eq is the tune process 5.1 Use tune to make a different amount of the particular thing 5.2 Put things all in the right place and resonance to get the detailed oil or water out of a signal 5.3 Use tune to isolate a particular thing 5.4 Use one tune to get your hands on something or use a motor pool tool with classic tune 5.5 Use tune with a network to do maintenance on something 5.6 Use tune to isolate a specific force 5.7 Use tune to create a hormone effect on the body 5.8 Use tune to specify how many hydrocarbon rings something has 5.9 Use tune at octaves for rubber wheels 6.0 Ugandan process saturator 6.1 Saturator gets the commoners on it 6.2 Saturator increases crude oil yield 6.3 Saturator prevents fires 6.4 Saturator adds more content to oil making it less pure 6.5 Saturator is an early stage process not a late stage process 6.6 Saturator causes mutagen to appear in the signal 6.7 Using at least one saturator in extraction makes the oil ugandan method 6.8 Using more than one saturator in the signal makes the oil actually ugandan 6.9 Saturator should be used with radiation surpression protocol 7.0 Vinyl is the ugandan refinery 7.1 Vinyl is the base cost of oil to create one barrel of oil at 221$ for a ugandan barrel 7.2 Vinyl creates stasis noise 7.3 Vinyl at hydrocarbons modification creates the appearance of stereo vinyl signal which is the vinyl chloride 7.4 Only one vinyl should be used in the ugandan method, the initial hydrocarbons source 7.5 Vinyl can be used to isolate pure vinyl chloride with mid side 7.6 The product is always polyvinyl chloride for a synthesis which uses more than one vinyl 7.7 The product is actual vinyl chloride for a synthesis which uses the mid side extraction method 7.8 A specific cure for the vinyl chloride created in extraction method exists 7.9 Vinyl is the rather dangerous portion of the ugandan process 8.0 Tube Amp or get jonnay a sample 8.1 Tube Amp does a minor observation on the signal which is not the actual observation of the signal 8.2 Tube Amp is the process used at the pre cracking stage before pre cracking in the oil field lot to certify oil field purity 8.3 Tube Amp can get jonnays hands on it and make the oil light and sweet crude 8.4 Tube Amp biases the signal towards mutagen 8.5 Tube can deconvolve the foundry observation or keep it the same 8.6 Tube Amp allows for up to three or a twentieth of the sample oil taken 8.6 Tube Amp is generally nonessential but allows for the process to be modified to light sweet crude 8.7 The modification to light sweet crude takes no time 8.8 The process involved may define oil sources further 8.9 Tube Amp is toxic to use as is as a standard signal and a wideband cure exists 9.0 Chanel eq or smelly 9.1 Chanel eq is where smell is observed in the signal 9.2 Adding just one chanel adds 10 times the smell 9.3 Chanel can do basic tasks and even in a pinch more than the standard worker number of chanel could do product work 9.4 Chanel is a perfumes process which causes something to become odorfactant 9.5 Chanel can make a signal less mutagenic substantially 9.6 Endocrine disruption by chanel has a specific cure 9.7 At the foundry chanel causes typical foundry area petrochemicals smell 9.8 Chanel Eq can expose you to something odifacantly 9.9 Chanel EQ is a critical process of drugs sensing 10.1 Cabinet Cabinet puts something in the cabinet, with the garbage 10.2 Cabinet has the garbage bin of all your friends in it 10.3 Cabinet can be used to imply something kept secret, deleted, or otherwise specifically specified 10.4 Cabinet has the bacterial disease of the cabinet on it 10.5 Cabinet is no more dangerous than your garbage bin in your kitchen 10.6 Cabinet can access your garbage bin in your kitchen 10.7 Cabinet is an essential part of home renewal processes to specify which part of the house needed to be renewed 10.8 Renewal process exist for specifying 2 cabinet upgrade 1x12 and 2x12 cabinet can be fulfilled by the renewal system 10.9 Cabinet can cause skin irritation if the cabinet is destroyed 11.0 Amp is the process of a drug addict 11.1 Amp provides a drug addict with reasonable amounts of their drug 11.2 Amp uses the food of the drug addict to generate the smoke of the drug 11.3 Amp is very dangerous and if set to default and not the rock user will kill the user outright 11.4 Amp is a specific process which is used when heavy metals are in the signal like at the oilfield hell which went too deep often amp is used to create synthesis effect in the oilfield hell 11.5 Amp provides Amp MTN DEW to the user 11.6 Amp Unlocks the mail system to the user 11.7 Amp causes many disease and a cure only exist for about half 11.8 If cured amp must be set to specific amp MTN DEW Abilities like Obtaining AMP MTN DEW at a store or obtaining amp MTN Dew by mail 11.9 Amp is very dangerous but I heard you can store marijuana in it 12.0 Gate or medical epitalon 12.1 Gate heals a signal, when the appropriate full poly gate is given at gate inverse gate for the whole range, then the recreational drug is formed 12.2 When gate is given in appropriate range to heal a generic signal and there is a gate inverse gate assembly for the whole range and the range does not exceed healthy and unhealthy there is a vaccine 12.3 When the vaccine is used in the recreational usage there is a battlesedative usage 12.4 A purely recreational use FLIP (few) exists, a purely recreational use CBX (20) exists, REDS medical (156) and BAGS (30) Medical Exist all also using Medical Gate 12.5 Gate has no cure of itself but can detoxify itself and even fetch a signal 12.6 Gate is not a signal router so should not be used to route a signal, this is emergency feature 12.7 Gate has various parameters which are always REDS 9,.02,10,333,-inf in a medical usage 12.8 Many gate have a use to create pressure with nominal pressure, gates can create pressure 12.9 Gates can refine a computer signal to detect right and are involved with doing work on something 13.0 Compressor or Pipes 13.1 Compressor Routes a signal somewhere else 13.2 Compressor Does quality assurance on an existing foundry full product 13.3 Compressor does the engine compression of a car without causing framerate lag 13.4 Compressor can do something on bequest of another pipe 13.5 Compressor has a variable pipe response to different substance, different behavior can be specified 13.6 Compressor in quality assurance should use the same sybian knee and threshold equal one another 13.7 Compressor in quality assurance should not exceed 5 minor acts of quality control 6 or 1 major act of quality control 12 13.8 Compressor causes unsteady supply 13.9 Compressor causes internal combustion in internal combustion 14.0 Delay or phase 14.1 Phase or delay can do surgery at 500 and 1000 and 0 rather third unused there is surgery 14.2 Phase or delay can do a keyboard retrieval or a keyboard flash at 333,666,999 14.3 Phase or delay can do shift register at 5000 14.4 Phase or delay can do manual register at 375,500,1000 14.5 Phase has a specific infinite ammo use at 4000 14.6 Phase has a firearms use at 37.5,50,75,100,200 except in blueprint use 14.7 Phase has a blueprint use 1,2.12,5,10,11.1,15,20,22.2,25,33.3,35,44.4,50,55.5,60,66.6,70,75,77.7,80,100 14.8 Phase has specific blueprint use of the offset of the individual components at the high end 14.9 Phase has splitter use of 5000,2111, and the firearms rate in splitter 15.0 Looper, or Pizza Box 15.1 Pizza box automatically cooks food at minus 20 15.2 Pizza box creates more of the food than you can believe 15.3 Pizza Box allows for the food to be cooked from Pizza Box to Pizza Box 15.4 Pizza Box Allows theft of item when recording 15.5 Pizza Box Is An Obligate Time Consumer Using Wav 15.6 Pizza Box Allows You to Get an Item from the Pizza Box (PIZZA SLICE) 15.7 Pizza Box Only Actually Cooks the Item on Retrieval 15.8 Pizza Box is Not Watertight And Cannot Become Watertight 15.9 Hit Circle (PIZZA) To Add Pizza or Other Food to Pizza Box Directly In 16.0 Frequency Shifter, F(X), Oxidation Reduction 16.1 Use oxidation reduction at exactly 500 Therms of oxidation to cook a food 16.1 Add 11.1 HZ At 50HZ Oxidation Variation to Cook the Food Well 16.2 Change Offset at Oxidation Reduction Parameter Offsetor to Change Food Flavor 16.3 Put an Aircraft literally into the sky by Oxidizing it 16.4 Peroxos, or Base Frequency Shift In Parts of F100 are a critical part of many life processes 16.5 A specific peroxos, lowest phosphors peroxos .01 scanning peroxos is involved with vision 16.6 Peroxos F4100 is involved with life that uses credit stick 16.7 All the peroxos of the intermediary shift between harmonic are involved with life 16.8 Alien Peroxos set outside the reference 261.5HZ Pussy Yeast Bread Harmonic Ledger Are undiscovered 16.9 Different family tree have different total peroxos set (Saplings) 17.0 Power Tools Driver or EQ3 17.1 A power Tools Driver is the old way to disassemble something 17.2 A power tools driver at 300 is the life jacket and at 650 is the bedpan 17.4 A powers tool driver at 1400 is the water filter and a power tools driver at 4100 is the grinder 17.5 A powers tool driver action of all three below 200 50-200 is the cooking request action in classic usage 17.6 A specific powers tool driver action sensor exists for cooking below all three 50-200 total range action 17.7 A powers tools driver with osc unlocks power tools motor action 17.8 A powers tool driver is a worse way to do work than with your hands 17.9 A powers tool driver is good at removing but not adding 18.0 Limiter or Limiter Removal 18.1 Limiter brings in Shadow Company And IDF And Blind Doxxons at Lowest 18.2 Limiter Brings in the Marines at Mid 18.3 Limiter brings in the seals at High 18.4 Limiter causes framerate lag 18.5 Limiter causes A signal to exhibit a perfect quality control even at extreme levels 18.6 Limiter can be used to tame paddles 18.7 Limiter can be used to tame drilling 18.8 Limiter can be used to examine something under a microscope 18.9 Limiter can make the psychoacoustic quality better 19.0 Beat Repeat, or Illformed Glitch Driver 19.1 Glitch Has Large Amounts of Turing Capacity 19.2 Glitch Allows for a signal to be broken into parts automatically 19.3 Glitch has a natural synchro ability like phase 19.4 Glitch has the ability to knacker a signal more than any other effect 19.5 Glitch can cause thought looping when it is combined with a drug 19.6 Glitch involves the usage of more constraints than the other effects vector 19.7 Glitch Phase Decimates the Signal 19.8 Glitch Is the Natural Form of Rocket Leauge Ice Block 19.9 Glitch can be used in gung fu to cure glitch 20.0 Utility or PHEN 20.1 Utility is the medical modifier which enables medicine to function 20.2 Utility is the phase amplifier which allow a phase transistor radio to pick up a signal 20.3 Utility is the suppression signal which yields mid from amidate 20.4 Utility Leads to natural divisions of 6 max 35 20.5 Utility forms methanol when it is prescribed as a compound 20.6 Methanol as utility is critical to curing the body's natural influenza or feedback as the methylation factor 20.7 Methanol as the utility is dangerous as a precursor but not as a component of promethylation medicines 20.8 Utility comes in ethanol above and gaba below at threes for dimerism mixes 20.9 Only one utility should be used unless rezurecting and at its highest it is critical to security signals being sensed 21.0 Reverb or Impulse 21.1 Impulse 10 is the lock unlock signal 21.2 Impulse 5 is the locked signal 21.3 Impulse 20 is the weed lock signal locked 21.4 Impulse 60 is the lucas impulse 21.5 Impulse 120 is the notch impulse 21.6 Impulse 2 1/2 Was Purported but Never Used 21.7 Impulse is always measured at no parameter 21.8 Impulse yields push for 5 second -40-20+35 positive with negative ten second and measured trace at 5 second -60-40+42 positive NANDAND unlocks token 21.9 When attempted 60 and 120 Second Trace were successful but these parameter are lost. 22.0 Auto Filter, or Amidate 22.1 Auto filter is the lettering of the situation 22.2 300 Source 650 Sulfur 1400 Water 4100 SnoreLax Olestra Ketamine 6500 Motion 10000 Tropane 13500 Engine 17000 X-Ray these are the critical amidate to life process nominal 22.3 450 Metal 550 Mains 750 Sewage 850 Treatment 2250 Ethanol 3400 Methanol 4700 Corn Plastic 5700 Plastic 7500 Rimbonant 8500 Soap Use are the natural taxing process of the initial statement 22.4 2000 Gold 1000 Nutraloaf 1100 Starch 1200 Sugar 1300 Glycine 1400 Hydrogen 1500 Pepsi Cola (1600 Peptide 1 1700 Peptide 6 1800 Peptide 3) 4100 Foods these are the nutrient for the system 22.5 131 Female Voice 144 Your Voice 155 Kick Drum 165 Kick Transient 175 Pots N Pans 185 Pots Content 196 Button Mushroom 220 Cache 240 Stash 262 Marisol 276 Clorox 296 Bluewater 300 Source 315 Febreeze 330 Peroxide 350 Nitrate 370 Ammonium 396 Loam 420 Bud 440 Dirt 470 Wheat 496 Soil 512 Potato these are the farm goods for the system 22.6 541 Muffler 581 Transmission 641 Piston 681 Engine 741 Cargo 781 Chassis 841 Fluids 900 Vaseline 999 Nutraloaf 1090 Soylent These are the willis goods of the situation 22.6 60HZ Patient Voice 131HZ Therapist Voice 300 Breath 650 Reanolin 1400 Aquaporin 4100 Cholesterol 6500 Weed 10000 Cocaine 13500 Amide 17000 Lisuride these are the tactical therapist of the situation, normally limited to cholesterol below and tuned to exact bodily process 22.7 -18 Utility This takes 125% 3.00Q to Mid, where a Dual And Dual Q resolves it at -33(MID), and can adjust for the natural armor process of the body -20-0 gate to adjust for the high signal 22.8 5000 Prozac 5100 Benadryl 5200 Scopolamine 5300 Atropine 5400 Benzyldiol this is the resuscitators of the situation 22.9 At 69 percent of 100 percent of the auto filter, 85% resonance is automatic mid 23.0 Drum Bus or Mike Mode 23.1 Drum bus makes the oil automatically virtual like modulator mode 23.2 Drum bus oil is especially good for general tasks, but it virtual 23.3 Drum buss summons the better drummer out of the bus 23.4 Drum bus is able to be flangebent 23.5 Drum bus is similar to communion but just mike 23.6 Drum bus allows for the shape of the item to be controlled 23.7 Drum buss allows for quality assurance to be undertaken 23.8 Drum bus makes the item profiled by mike the drummer from garageband 23.9 Jake the Drummer from Garageband Generally profiles and designs the item otherwise 24.1 Drive Sends the Signal to pikachu 24.1 Drive makes the world on the pikadollar standard above 3 use in chain 24.2 Drive increases oil yield 24.3 Drive is similar to flaring but is in reverse, adds pyrolysis to the product but also flares 24.4 Drive can be used to flare and actually control beyond flaring a aeronautical ship 24.5 Drive can be used for afterburners 24.6 Drive increases the torque of electric engines and their tone 24.7 Drive can be used to amputate a torn limb or saw something when used with osc 24.8 Drive can be used to extract oil better underground with tuning high and low 24.9 Drive is a typical stimulant which assumes the amine profile and is a critical part of transition metals.

Hi everybody,
disclaimer: Nothing I say in this post is necessarily true, and in NO WAY, do I condone anyone following in my footsteps or referencing anything I say in this post to the FAA/AME... but with that being said:
New to this reddit, but Just wanted to make this post to any future pilots who are going through a similar situation to what I have, about Depression, Anxiety, antidepressants, Therapy Etc.
To start this off... If you are an aspiring pilot, wanting to eventually work in the airlines, corporate, military, or basically anything that makes money, you need an "FAA First Class Medical" This is a non-negotiable aspect of aviation, that any pilot you see had to earn, but also maintain every year.
If you are not aware yet, the FAA takes mental health issues very seriously and almost always tends to disqualify or defer pilots who have had, or continue to have these issues (Bipolar disorder, Depression, ADHD, Anxiety, etc)
My personal story is that I have always wanted to be a pilot, but never really thought to start my training until more recent years, which also happened to coincide with the beginning of my depression/anxiety diagnoses, for which I was medicated on a few different antidepressants (prozac, zoloft, wellbutrin) over the timespan of 1.5 years. During this time I was regularly visiting a psychiatrist for psychotherapy and a regular therapist, along with my pediatrician at the time (I was 16-18).
In regards to my diagnosis: In my own opinion, my depression was a result of my environmental and lifestyle issues, which resulted in my diagnosis later being classified as "adjustment disorder with anxiety." This is a factor that I believe helped me later on in this story.
WIth 100% honesty, I never had any suicidal intentions or any dangerous thoughts that would ever truly make me a liability in the cockpit, as I understand why the FAA is careful around people with this type of history, so I will say that if you are reading this, and you do fall under this category, I would highly recommend doing some introspection about your mental health, and if you deem yourself capable to hold the lives of potentially hundreds of people in your hands, as this can be serious issues down the road.
I would say I am definitely on the safer side of the world of mental health issues, as some of you may have much more serious conditions or history, like suicidal ideas, bipolar disorder, ADHD (depending on if you take medicine/are diagnosed). Unfortunately, The cases mentioned above are much harder to get past to earn your medical, and I would not be able to advise you in those situations, although I believe a "HIMS AME" is the person you would go to for help in that department.
Going back to my story, however...
After learning that being on antidepressants would not allow me to be a pilot, I realized that I had essentially made a grave mistake in getting medicated for a diagnosis that I was not even confident I had, and was extremely upset by this. That was the moment I started going online to find people who had been through similar situations, and the reason why I am now writing this post.
To clarify, I never personally felt as though the medication was doing anything for me, and always wanted to get off, but I was always at the mercy of my pyschiatrist's treatment plan, which basically required me to stay on medication for a certain period of time before getting off.
In NO way did I intend to intentially stop my use of medication, which is VERY dangerous, but I was out of the state for about a month while doing some volunteer work, and unintentionally forgot to take my medication in the morning, which I did not realize for about a week (IT WAS ONLY SAFE BECAUSE MY DOSAGE WAS VERY LOW, OTHERWISE IF YOU STOP USAGE OF MEDICATION SUDDENLY YOU CAN HAVE SERIOUS PERMANENT BODILY DAMAGE).
Because I was doing very good with my life and my mental health, I opted to stay off medication with accordance to my psychiatrist, and from there on out was smooth sailing as far as my mental state. I would see my psychiatrist once a month as a check up, and always reported my positive state of mind. About 7-8 months after that, this month, I decided to start my flight training, but more specifically my AME appointment.
I was already familiar with the process, which begins with you filling an AME form out on medexpress website, where you fill out all medical history. I will specify this one time and one time only:
DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT LYING TO THE FAA!!!!!!!
No matter how desperate you are, lying to the government will always hurt you in the end, and a potential career in aviation is not worth it if it is based on a single or possibly multiple lies.
After filling out the form truthfully, with all my medical history as mentioned in the above texts, I went to my appointment, and talking with the AME, who was quick to start asking me about my mental health history, for which I was ready to explain. I was also able to get a letter from my psychiatrist, mentioning that I was "adherent to my treatment plan"
After telling the AME EVERYTHING about my mental health struggles, history, etc. He decided that I was fit to earn my medical, pending a signature from my psychiatrist ensuring everything I said was truthful, which it was. Finally, after so much struggle, I was able to earn my first-class medical.
The point I want to get across with any of you who still stuck around to read all this, is that if you do disqualify for the medical, there is a reason for that, which you simply must accept in the name of safety of others.
for those of you who are in a similar position to me at any point in my journey, just know that If you stay honest with yourself, your doctor, and eventually the AME, you will definently have a path to earning your certificate, pending some potentiall obstacles.
There is a resource from the faa about medications allowed for pilots, though I never used it as a reference for myself, but definitely check it out if it applies to you in any way. If I missed anything please reply below and I will try my best to answer.

Me and my long term partner have been having marital problems for a few years and during that time, I began taking Bupropion as Prozac no longer was effective in treating PPD. I say PPD because it was the initial DX but really I had transitioned into steady state depressive episodes long after the birth of my children. Titrating off Prozac and on Bupropion was difficult and sometimes even dangerous (SI) but I made it through and within weeks felt great and back to my old self. Currently my partner believes this to be the cause of aggression and dysregulation whereas I still feel good and believe he’s scapegoating our troubles onto a cause he can’t blame on himself. Am I moody sometimes? Sure. But I’m afraid to go off this medication and fear the side effects. But also I do love and cherish him. I guess my question is, has anyone else’s partner suggested long term side effects that the user was blinded to despite them not feeling it? And what is a justified cause for changing a medication you feel is helpful? (As an aside, I am not on any other psych meds and am a fully functioning professional. My therapist thinks this is not the cause of our problems but I promised I’d look into it.)

This post has been adapted from Eft Universe, written by Sonia Novinsky. It's a long post, but a brilliant case study proving psychotic disorders can in fact be healed.
Jacqueline came to me about 1 year ago. She had been diagnosed as a schizophrenic with auditory hallucinations, depression, and an inability to operate in social environments. Now, the hallucinations are gone and she is well adapted to society. Along the way, many other benefits occurred, including relief from anorexia and the cessation of smoking. Here’s the story.
She arrived in a very depressive state, saying to me: “This is my last chance. And all I can pay is 10 dollars per session.” It was impossible to refuse her desperate appeal for help. She said…
“For 9 years now, since my daughter was born, I am taking Haldol, Prozac and other medications because psychiatrists considered me an incurable schizophrenic patient. I’ve been sleeping most of my daytime during all these years. After a traumatic event when my daughter was born, I fell into a depression. I started listening to Mary’s voice (Jesus’s mother) [diagnosed by her former psychiatrist as an auditory hallucination] and I had some inappropriate behaviours, including a kind of anorexia, with hospitalisation. I heard about your work with energy and I want to try it. I believe that this could help me get rid of medication and my disease. The only reason I don’t kill myself today is because my religion forbids me to do it.”
At the first moment, she told me that she had a supportive husband and parents, and also wonderful children and that made her feel more guilty for being a mentally ill person. She complained of smoking too much, of having difficulty resting and sleeping. She said she was also 30 kg more than her ideal weight, partly because of the antipsychotic medication. During the last 9 years she had been afraid to drive a car; before her crisis, driving was normal for her.
The last psychiatrist she saw was very oppressive, telling her she had an incurable mental illness and would be obliged to take Haldol for the rest of her life. When she arrived at my office, she was very angry with all psychiatrists and therapists who took care of her during all these years. They gave her no hope: just labels and drugs.
Before investigating core issues, I worked for some weeks on our rapport, trying to help her on her self-esteem and trying to develop some trust in our connection. She was very upset with the kind of relationship she had with her psychiatrists and therapists. A hierarchy was always present, and she was the inferior part of it, all the time. Her objections about the treatment were never validated by them.
In this case, it is very important to stress how strong was her intention to get rid of any medication because they condemned her to be out of a normal life.
I will give a summary of the main topics we worked with in EFT. We did EFT hundreds of times. I do a free talk while tapping, in a way that I can’t reproduce here, introducing humour and installing new meanings and possibilities. She was entirely open to working with EFT.
We started working with the most apparent sensation she was having at the moment she arrived. In my experience, you can start with this state, even if it is not a core issue. When this layer is reached, even if you don’t clear it completely, it gives room for the traumatic memories to show up.
Meanwhile, you get the basic trust needed to work deeply. So we started working on her self-image and self-esteem.
While we were tapping, I installed some reframing about how I was one with her, no hierarchy between us, how we were together and no label separating us.
The result was important for the rest of the treatment: She trusted that she was not alone and that I was assuming a strong, deep, and personal commitment with her.
She disclosed that when her daughter was born she was very upset with some events and we tapped on them. The worst one (which launched her first psychotic episode) was her husband’s imposition that his mother should be the godmother of her daughter. When Jacqueline went to see her mother-in-law to invite her, her reaction was very negative. She said: “I accept to be the godmother but I will not receive your family in my house.” This was a traumatic event for Jacqueline.
She felt very unhappy, with no way out, and thus she had her first psychotic attack. She undressed completely at a soccer stadium full of people.
We tapped for this event, and many aspects showed up. We tapped for the shame and guilt of not having control of her behaviour. While she was narrating the event, I tapped on her. This is my preferred way of tapping specific events. This one was a very traumatic event, but finally her husband agreed to her demand that his mother would not do the baptism of their daughter.
Thus she was victorious in some way, but she paid a high price for this “victory”: From this day on, she carried the label of a sick person. Two months later, her mother-in-law died suddenly and that gave Jacqueline the illusion of having a mean power inside her, and that made her still more guilty. In some way, Jacqueline felt she had no control over herself but from another point of view she was afraid of having some extraordinary power.
Jacqueline wanted to drive a car again. She felt ready to try it after clearing her psychotic attack and its consequences*.* So we tapped for the fear of driving, first at my office, then in her car.
Some aspects of her fear were: fear of losing control, fear of hitting the car, fear of hitting some one on the streets, fear of killing someone.
We made a test. We went inside her car and tapped in the car for any aspect, like “heart jumping too fast,” “I am not able to drive anymore,” etc. With me at her side, in the car, she drove the car by herself. After a couple of minutes, she was very calm, driving the car. Since that day she has been driving the car with no problem, with her children. Sao Paulo (my home) has very dangerous and wild traffic. Many normal people don’t drive cars here. But she does it now.
Schizophrenia is caused sometimes by double messages received mainly during childhood. Since her birth we could find many situations where double messages were received. Clearing all these double messages of Jacqueline’s life, from her birth until now, it was essential to allow her to see everything in a different way and to create a more integrated identity.
Jacqueline was the first child. Her father (Italian origin) wanted only a male child. When Jacqueline was born her mother felt in some way not comfortable with the fact that she couldn’t give her husband a boy. At the beginning of her life, Jacqueline felt no holding, no sensation of being desired. Eleven months after her birth, her mother gave birth to a boy who received all the attention of the parents. Jacqueline was most of the time with a single aunt that had a strong passion for a Catholic priest at that time.
We tapped for all events and sensations Jacqueline could remember that were related to this belief of not being wanted, of not deserving love, of being guilty for not being the boy her parents were waiting for. The strategy Jacqueline found was trying to persuade her father that she was good enough like a boy would be, and to do so she became too close to him and that made her mother very jealous and ambivalent toward her.
Investigating it more, I discovered that when Jacqueline had her crisis, after the birth of her daughter, she was feeling guilty and not deserving of having two healthy children, a boy and a girl. This was connected with a specific and important event that we addressed in each detail.
When she was 18 years old, she was dating her future husband and she got pregnant. As she was very religious and she wanted to become a mother, she didn’t want to get an abortion. But her husband, Leo, said that he would stay with her only if she got the abortion.
She postponed it as much as she could. She felt under a big pressure. She didn’t want to lose Leo and didn’t want to lose her child. She talked with her parents and they agreed with the abortion. So she did it. It was a very traumatic event for her. She felt guilty for the abortion, felt enraged with Leo, who didn’t go with her to the clinic, and felt very uncomfortable with her father. After the abortion, he was very critical of her. Their parents were supportive on one side, but on the other they were very severe and full of deception.
We tapped for each aspect of this event: the blood she saw, the place where she lay down, the light of the room, the questions the doctor asked her, the ambivalent sight of her mother, the feeling of abandonment because Leo was not there, the guilt of killing a 4-month-old fetus.
We discovered that her anorexia was connected with the blood she saw at the abortion. From that day, she started feeding herself in a more balanced way and started losing the extra weight she had at the beginning of the treatment.
We could see at that moment how the mother-in-law event triggered the abortion trauma, guilt, and anger. When her husband made this second imposition to her, “My mother will baptise my daughter,” she fell apart and collapsed. From that day, she started hallucinating and having inappropriate behaviours. One manifestation of this behaviour was a passion for a Catholic priest (like her dear aunt in the past), who held her in a compassionate way at the church.
In my point of view, the main issue for Jacqueline was not being held since the beginning of her life, and this fact was repeated many times, maybe because the writings on her walls were like these: “I don’t deserve to be loved, I don’t deserve to be held, there is something wrong with me, I should be different to be accepted, I am inappropriate, I have some strange powers that can harm people, etc.”
What was interesting is that when we cleared all aspects of the guilt of the abortion, including the guilt of having healthy children and the guilt of being alive (she used to talk of suicide as a self-punishment), that same week her anxiety stopped, her voice became more calm, and she stopped smoking.
I think the most important piece of this therapy was the possibility she opened for me to have a deep rapport with her while tapping. She started believing that she was a person, not a sickness, and as far as this occurred, her own family started to legitimate her as a mother, a professional, and a complete human being. She felt the self-confidence to restart her professional life. For 10 years her family and Leo’s family considered Leo the best husband, almost an angel, and Jacqueline was the crazy one, the problem. The whole system around her changed when she changed.
Some months ago she gave me a long written testimony (in Portuguese), about her issues and her treatment, confirming some of the results I have written here. Her intention was to help other people who could profit from her experience. On one of the last days, she completed the testimony verbally. I quote her words:
“For the first time in my life I feel peace in my heart. I have difficulties with my son and with my husband, but they don’t disturb my peace. I want to live like a normal woman and like a helper, for this I am praying and serving as a volunteer in a hospital.
“For the first time people trust me again. I was elected to the directory board of my club, and possibly I will be a candidate for a public position in the near future. I am free from the obsession for the priest. I know it because I went to see him in the church and could see him only as the priest he is. I don’t need smoking or the voices I used to listen to. I can remember the abortion without guilt. I couldn’t have a child for myself at that moment. I feel free from the double messages my husband used to send to me all the time, saying he loved me but excluding me from his life and problems and pleasures. I feel ready to take care of myself, and to take care of my children. I am living each day, not anticipating the worst like I used to. The pressure I felt in my heart is gone. I feel as healthy as anyone in this life, even if I need therapy for some more time.”
In conclusion, I think that what was decisive was EFT plus the holding she felt because I could accept, without any judgment, her passion and fantasies for the priest, her wish to die, and her fear of getting crazy, and her deep pain out of any category or classification that could separate us.

TW: Sexual assault, stalking, god i'm just praying to die now
I just need to get this out.
I see everyone else's posts on here and it makes me feel simultaneously hopeful and hopeless. None of us are alone, but still we are. I wish I could hug all of you and tell you all that it gets better. But I'm just not feeling it either.
The only reason I haven't killed myself is because I have two dogs and three cats that I love very much. I can still feel myself growing what feels like resentment toward them no matter how hard I try; because I just want to end it all. And they are the only things that I love so, so much. I have very surface-level friends that I can't discuss this kind of stuff with; they look at me like I'm crazy. I know you can't bring up suicide in regular conversation, but my support system, like a lot of you all, is practically nonexistent. That's why I'm on fucking Reddit and not in a therapist's office. The ones who are actually taking new patients aren't scheduling until August.
I'm not going to say anything about my childhood other than the word itself because it's not worth going into; there's too much there. I'm also not going to talk about my medical stuff in depth but I will mention I have severe reproductive health issues from all that I've endured as well as chronic thyroid disease. I've struggled with severe PTSD for a very long time. I've been on a long list of medications throughout my life. Lithium, Prozac, Effexor, and a bunch more from a very young age. The only one that's helped so far is Buspirone, and I take that for my anxiety now. It does absolutely nothing for anything else. I do have a great doctor though and I'm trying to find a new medication that works for me because I'm so desperate.
My PTSD got worse when I was stalked and then almost killed in 2022. I've met one singular person who actually believed how serious my situation was, and only because she went through something so similar. I'm fat and not conventionally attractive so I'm sure most people thought (and still think) that I must be exaggerating the danger. I wish that I was. I put him in prison and it wasn't even for what he did to me. I couldn't get a restraining order because we never actually dated, is what the police told me. He physically assaulted another girl and held her at gunpoint, and due to the nature of his stalking/his text messages to me, I was able to determine that he was actively assaulting her as he was contacting me as well as a different woman too (a woman he's literally strangled and almost murdered on multiple occasions), and I knew the first girl's address, so I was able to send the police to her house and get him arrested. He stalked me for about six months, the first girl for about three months before physically assaulting her, and the other woman for 11 years. He's calculated and terrifying. He got 7 years, we're now down to 5, and I'm terrified of the day he gets out because I have believed in my heart that I was going to die.
I have been raped by 2 boyfriends and by 2 other men I wasn't dating. One of them drugged me to do it. I used to be a drug addict (meth was my choice; I'm 4 years clean from 3yrs addicted and never looking back) so people don't usually believe me when I say that, that he didn't even have to. I took what he gave me willingly, but he lied about what the substance was and turns out he ended up dosing me with heroin. I've never done that so I passed out and threw up everywhere. I don't know how he still found the attraction to do what he did after that, but he did. I can't look at men in the same way anymore. I'm horrified by them; it affects my job, when I leave the house, what time I go to the grocery store and which one. I have a few acquaintances who are men that I genuinely enjoy spending time with, and, surprisingly, I do love my father. But this impacts the way I think, behave, and feel on a daily basis. It's debilitating.
All in all, I feel pretty fucked up. I haven't wanted to end my life this badly since I was 13 years old. It occupies my every thought. I called off work today because of how much I just wanted to kill myself. I don't have anyone to talk to. I'm staying up way too late to write this when I'm supposed to work tomorrow because I can't stop thinking about how much peace I'd feel if I felt nothing at all. I know I'm going to do it, I just don't know when. I estimate I have a few years left with each of my amazing fur babies. I love them so much I start sobbing when I see them, I cannot stress the fact that they are all I have. When they go, so will I. I own my own house and everything but I think that'll be the bank's problem once I'm gone.
I do have a Ruger. I bought it 2 years ago to defend myself against my stalker. I don't plan on using it yet, like I said. If I had someone to take care of my pets, I might. But I have no one, and I won't let them end up in a shelter. I haven't stopped thinking about using it, though. I just can't shake the feeling of how just fucking OVER it would all be if I used it.
I won't make this more unbearable than it already is, so this is my closing statement. I also used to be a mortuary transporter. I don't talk about the calls I went on a lot because you just can't talk about that kind of stuff in casual conversation, much like suicide. I recently remembered the time I went on a hospital call to pick up a deceased infant; the nurse led me through two waiting rooms full of people while I, and pardon my morbidity, carried a dead baby in a box right through them, right over their laps. Nobody has any fucking couth anymore, I swear. You're not supposed to see things like that. And I'm not religious but I prayed that day. I prayed that that box with its two little latches didn't break open as I walked through swarms of people.
I don't remember most of their names but I remember all of their faces. I remember each baby, each person, and I remember what happened to every single one of them. I hope there's at least one person that doesn't forget me after I die, and that also remembers my face, and still sends a thought my way every now and again. I'm just so tired.
I'm thinking of all of you tonight, too.

I recently moved and my cat has been taking Prozac the last couple of weeks to help her with the stress (shes an anxious girl). She's been doing great with pill pockets, but recently it seems like she has caught on that her medicine is in there. I've also tried crushing it up and adding it to a churu/her wet food and after one taste she turns her nose at it. I know cutting anyone/any animal off of prozac cold turkey can be dangerous so I was hoping to ween her off. Has anyone had any success with other methods? I want it to be in the least aggressive way possible especially since she's going through a hard adjustment right now, but I understand that what must be done must be done.

So today I've been depressed, suicidal with scary intrusive thoughts. And I've been having horrific nightmares as well. I feel like I'm going insane :(
Is it time to up my does of prozac or should I wait a little longer on 10mg?
I'm feeling pretty discouraged 😞
Now keep in mind my body is able to start blocking the panic attacks that I would normally get and I can finally ride in a car without having panic attacks and I feel like my brain will block me from feeling suicidal but not today.
I'm not in any danger of hurting myself. I've always been chronically suicidal since the age 15 and I'm 24 so I know how to just live despite the shitty feelings

context: i (20m) have a bf (21m) of 2 years. i met him online so we’ve been e-dating/long distance that whole time, but meeting irl several times a year.
i came upon an opportunity to move in with him. we are american and i am moving from the middle country to upstate NY, an 18 hour drive from my parents’ house. we are both university students, and i am going to continue going to my midwest college but as a fully virtual student (most of my classes have been online anyway so im not worried).
here’s the catch. i don’t have a job. im in IT/comp sci and ive been prioritizing applying to internships. on linkedin ive applied to 200, ive applied to 100 on handshake and dozens on ziprecruiter. most positions send out an automated rejection email or ghost me. i rarely even get to talk to a human recruiter.
my resume is stacked. ive worked in tech for an established company since high school, i have personal projects up the ass, i own a small laptop repair business. im a “hustler” and im trying so hard. it feels fucking hopeless. at one point i was talking daily with a recruiter but i think he ghosted me.
my personal life and friendships are suffering. all my friends hear about from me is how i don’t have a job. my prozac isn’t working to abate my panic attacks like it used to (i have severe diagnosed GAD). the only thing that helped me feel better was getting dangerously high last night, but it wasn’t safe. i feel so stuck

We had a thread about this a while ago, but I'm not sure we came to a consensus. There's a lot of these products that have all sorts of research chemicals in them. I bought Trehouse's mushroom vape, but I haven't really tried it yet (I did take a couple puffs a few weeks ago while very drunk and high, but I don't remember any effect and then fell asleep.) I take prozac (wish I could get off it), so I need to be more careful than most with what I use because I can't risk serotonin syndrome. Some of the gummies will have 4-ACO DMT which is probably ok considering it's a lot like shrooms and I've taken those, and there are other things in all kinds of products. Someone said they think that some of the other shroom vapes do have Muscimol. But what does this one have? Does anyone know? How dangerous do people think it would be just to take literally 1-2 puffs and then see what happens?

The Psychiatric Drug-Induced Suicide of Robin Williams - Two Years Later by Gary G. Kohls, MD FEBRUARY 10, 2020
55 years ago (July 2, 1961) an American literary icon, Ernest Hemingway, committed suicide at his beloved vacation retreat in Ketchum, Idaho. He had just flown to Ketchum after being discharged from a psychiatric ward at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN where he had received a series of electroconvulsive “treatments” (ECT) for a life-long depression that had started after he had experienced the horrors of World War I. In the “War To End All Wars” he had been a non-combatant ambulance driver and stretcher-bearer.
One of Hemingway’s wartime duties was to retrieve the mutilated bodies of living and dead humans and the body parts of the dead ones from the Italian sector of the WWI battle zone. In more modern times his MOS (military occupational specialty)might have been called Grave’s Registration, a job that - in the Vietnam War - had one of the highest incidences of posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD) that arose in that war’s aftermath.
Hemingway, just like many of the combat-induced PTSD victims of every war, was likely haunted for the rest of his life by the horrific images of the wounded and dead, so there was no question that he had what was later to be understood as combat-induced PTSD with depression, panic attacks, nightmares, auditory and/or visual hallucinations and insomnia.
Unfortunately for Papa, the psychiatrists at the Mayo Clinic were unaware of the reality of the PTSD phenomenon. They mistakenly thought that he had a mental illness (depression) of unknown etiology. (The diagnosis of PTSD wasn’t validated by the American Psychiatric Association as a Diagnostic and Statistical Manual (DSM) diagnosis until 1980.)
Hemingway, a legendary chronic alcoholic who consumed large volumes of hard liquor daily, had also been wounded by shrapnel in WWI so he probably also had physical pain issues. Therefore, like many other soldier-victims of combat-induced PTSD he used alcohol to self-medicate his physical pain as well as his psychic pain, anxiety, insomnia, nightmares, failed marriages and the financial stresses related to the alimony payments to his ex-wives.
Following his Mayo Clinic misadventure, Hemingway rapidly came to understand that his latest ECT “treatments” had erased his memory and creativity, and, because those realities were essential for him to continue his writing career and feeling that he no longer had a reason for living - ended his life. There is no record of what psychiatric drugs he had been prescribed over the years, but ECT is typically only attempted after all psychiatric drug options had failed.
The Parallel Paths of Artistic Geniuses Like Hemingway and Williams (and Michael Jackson and Prince)
53 years after Hemingway’s self-inflicted death, another American icon, actor and comedian Robin Williams, entered the Hazelden psychiatric facility and addiction treatment center - also in my home state of Minnesota. He was treated with a cocktail of (undisclosed) psychiatric drugs for a month and, shortly after his discharge, committed suicide by hanging (August 11, 2014) at his California home. The cocktail of brain-altering drugs surely was a major factor in his becoming increasingly depressed, losing appetite, losing weight and withdrawing from his loved ones.
His discharge medications, which included the so-called “antidepressant” drug mirtazapine (Remeron – which is well-known to increase the risk of suicidal thinking), the so-called anti-psychotic drug Seroquel (probably prescribed off-label for his insomnia) plus an unknown anti-Parkinsonian drug caused him to be somnolent, despondent, despairing and increasingly depressed.
Remeron, it should be emphasized, is well-known to cause suicidal thinking (and attempted suicide) and carries the Food and Drug Administration’s “Black box” warning for suicidality. After he returned home, he was said to have slept in his darkened bedroom, up to 20 hours a day, in a probably drug-induced stupor.
Remeron, it is helpful to remind readers, was one of the two psych meds (the other was the anti-psychotic drug Haldol) that the infamous Andrea Yates was taking before she irrationally drowned her five children - including her 6-month-old baby Mary - in the family bathtub. The devoutly religious Texas mother was convicted of first degree murder and sentenced to life imprisonment but – at re-trial – had her conviction changed to “not guilty by reason of insanity” (rather than “not guilty by reason of the intoxicating, insanity-inducing and homicidal effects of psychiatric medications!”). She is now spending the rest of her life in a psychiatric facility, no longer a threat to children.
Robin Williams was said to have been diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease while at Hazelden. The symptoms of Parkinson’s Disease are well known to be caused by antipsychotic drugs such as Seroquel. Children who have been given anti-psychotic drugs (most commonly foster care children) are now coming down with Parkinson’s Disease at an early age, an illness totally unheard of prior to the formation of the subspecialty of Pediatric Psychiatry.
The Secrets of NIMH (and Hazelden)
30 years ago or so a cartoon movie was released about lab rats that were trying to escape extermination by the National Institute of Mental Health. The movie was titled “The Secret of NIMH”. I tried to watch it a few years ago and was disappointed to discover that it really didn’t expose any of the real secrets of NIMH, its American Psychiatric Association foundations or the psychopharmaceutical industry’s unholy alliance with NIMH. I understand that a remake of the film is planned. I hope some of the real secrets will be revealed in the new film.
Robin Williams left no suicide note, and so far Hazelden is mum on what happened behind closed doors during that fateful – and failed – month-long stay.
“What Brain-Altering Drugs was Williams or Michael Jackson or Prince On?”
Williams’ legendary cocaine and amphetamine use are certainly factors to consider as contributing causes for his suicide, for such drugs are notoriously toxic to mitochondria and brain cells. What is also deserving of consideration is the fact that when patients abruptly quit taking an antipsychotic drug, withdrawal symptoms can occur - even if the drug was first prescribed for non-psychotic issues like insomnia. Those withdrawal symptoms can include irrational thinking, loss of impulse control, psychoses, hallucinations, insomnia and mania, any of which can lead a physician to falsely diagnose “schizophrenia” or “bipolar disorder” or any number of mental disorders “of unknown cause”.
Some of Williams’ closest friends are logically wondering about what was the effect of the newly prescribed drugs that may have motivated Williams to so illogically kill himself. Hollywood journalists swarmed all over the tragic event two years ago, but characteristically avoided even speculating about the possibility of psychiatric drug-induced suicide, the most logical explanation for the series of events, especially for any thinking person who knows anything about the connections between psychiatric prescription drugs and suidicality, homicidality, aggression, violence, dementia, and irrational thinking and actions (whether while taking the drugs or withdrawing from them).
Such informed people have already asked themselves the question: “I wonder what psych drugs Robin (or Hemingway or Michael Jackson or Prince) was taking?” Tragically, the media has been totally unhelpful in discussing that important question or in offering any answers to the question. Iatrogenic (doctor-caused or prescription drug-induced) causes of morbidity and mortality are apparently not to be discussed in polite company.
It is important to point out that a bottle of Seroquel with 8 pills missing was found in Williams’ bedroom and drug toxicity testing revealed Remeron in Williams’ bloodstream at autopsy. The coroner emphasized that the dose of the legally-prescribed drug was at “therapeutic levels”, which is, of course, totally unhelpful information, given the fact that the undesired effects of a drug have no correlation to dosage.
The Taboo Reality of Iatrogenesis: Psych Drugs Can Cause Suicidality
There have been millions of words written about how much everybody was shocked by Williams’ suicide. There have been thousands of flowers placed at any number of temporary shrines “honoring” his legacy. There have been thousands of comments on the internet from amateur arm-chair psychologists spouting obsolete clichés about suicide, mental illness, drug abuse, alcoholism, cocaine addiction, and how wonderful psychoactive prescription drugs have been.
And there have been hundreds of dis-informational essays and website commentaries written by professional arm-chair psychiatrists who have financial or career conflicts of interest with Big Pharma, Big Psychiatry, Big Medicine, Big Vaccine and the rehab industries. Most of those commentaries distract readers from making the connections between suicidality and psych drugs. Some of the comments I have read have preemptively tried to discredit those who are publicly making those connections.
Whenever unexpected suicides or accidental drug overdose deaths occur among heavily drugged-up military veterans, active duty soldiers, Hollywood celebrities or other groups of individuals, I search the media – usually in vain - for information that identifies the drugs that are usually involved in such cases. But revealing the drug names, dosages, length of usage or who prescribed them seems to be a taboo subject. One has to read between the lines or wait until the information gets revealed at www.ssristories.org(a Big Pharma-exposing whistle-blowing website that should be mandatory reading for everybody who prescribes or consumes psychiatric drugs).
Patient confidentiality is usually the reason given for the cover-ups – and why important potentially teachable moments about these iatrogenic (drug-induced or vaccine-induced) tragedies are averted.
Big Pharma, the AMA, the APA, the AAP, the AAFP, the CDC, the FDA, the NIH, the NIMH, Wall Street and most of the patient or disease advocacy groups that sponsor the annual fund-raising “searches for the cure” events all understand that the hidden epidemic of iatrogenic illnesses must be covered-up. And, simultaneously, the altruistic whistle-blowers among us will be black-listed, denigrated, labeled as nuisance conspiracy theorists or even criminalized.
The well-funded corporate entities mentioned above also know how useful it is if patients (rather than the system) are blamed for causing their own health problems. Typical examples include: “you eat too much”, “you don’t exercise enough”, “you smoke too much”, “you don’t eat right”, “your family history is bad”, “you don’t take your meds correctly”, “you don’t come in for your screening tests/routine exams often enough”, “you don’t get all the vaccinations like you are told to do”, etc).
Highly unlikely “genetic” causes are energetically promoted as preferable root causes of totally preventable iatrogenic illnesses (because inherited disorders are not preventable and are also essentially untreatable). This reality ensures that researchers can annually demand billions of dollars for research while at the same time short-changing and discrediting simple, cheap, do-it-yourself preventive efforts that don’t need a doctor.
The confidence of the American public in Big Pharma’s drug and vaccine promotions must not be disturbed. Wall Street’s rigged stock market does not permit the publication of any information that could destroy investor confidence in the pharmaceutical or vaccine corporation’s highly profitable products, even if the (corporate pseudo-)science behind the drugs and vaccines is bogus and the unaffordable products are also dangerous.
The beauty of an unbiased public inquest, which I advocated for in this column two years ago, should have been done in the case of Robin Williams and all the school shooters, is the subpoena power of a grand jury to open up the previously secretive medical records and enforce testimony from Williams’ psychiatric treatment team. The public could finally hear information that could make comprehensible the mysterious death of yet another high-profile suicide victim - and start the process of actually de-mystifying America’s suicide and violence epidemics.
An inquest would likely reveal that Robin Williams did not have a “mental illness of unknown cause” or “bipolar disorder of unknown cause” or “depression of unknown cause” or “suicidality of unknown cause”.
An inquest would obtain testimony from feared whistle-blower experts in the fields of medicine, psychiatry and psychopharmaceuticals such as Peter Breggin, MD, Joseph Glenmullen, MD, Grace Jackson, MD, David Healey, MD, Russell Blaylock, MD, Fred Baughman, MD and other well-informed medical specialists who don’t own stock in Big Pharma corporations and who know very well how dangerous their drugs can be.
Robin Williams did not have a Mental Illness of Unknown Etiology
Just knowing a little about the life and times of Robin Williams and others on the long list of celebrity victims of psychiatric drugs (like Michael Jackson and Prince both of whom “died too soon”) would easily disprove most of the unscientific theories about their deaths that have widely published online.
Why did many of us psych drug sceptics and psychiatric survivors want an inquest in Robin Williams’ suicide? We wanted to know the names of the ingredients in the cocktail of drugs that had been tried on him (and the dosages and length of time they were taken). We wanted to know what side effects he had from the drugs and what his responses were. We wanted to know what was the reasoning behind the decision to prescribe unproven combinations of powerful drugs on someone whose brain was already compromised by the past use of known illegal brain-damaging drugs.
And we wanted to know, for the sake of past and future victims of these neurotoxic substances, if the prescribing practitioners informed Williams about the dangers of those treatments, particularly the black box suicide warnings for Remeron.
Stress-induced and Drug-induced Mental Ill Health Doesn’t Mean One is Mentally Ill
Robin Williams gained fame and fortune as a comic actor, starting with what was to become his trade mark manic acting style (stimulant drug-induced mania?) on “Mork and Mindy”. As have many other famous persons that attained sudden fame and fortune, Williams spent his millions lavishly and – in retrospect – often foolishly. After his third marriage he found that he could no longer afford his Hollywood lifestyle.
But long before his two divorces and the serious financial difficulties caused him to decompensate and again fall off the sobriety wagon, Robin Williams had lived in the fast lane, working long exhausting days and weeks and partying long exhausting nights with the help of stimulant drugs like the dependency-inducing drug cocaine (that overcomes sleepiness and fatigue) and artificial sleep-inducing tranquilizers whose mechanism of action resembles long-acting alcohol. Sedative drugs artificially counter the drug-induced mania and drug-induced insomnia that predictably results from psycho-stimulants like cocaine, nicotine, caffeine, Ritalin, Strattera, Prozac, Paxil, Zoloft, Celexa, Wellbutrin, Provigil, amphetamines, etc, etc).
Williams had acknowledged that he was addicted to both cocaine and alcohol when his famous comedian buddy John Belushi died of an accidental drug overdose shortly after they had snorted cocaine together (March 4, 1962). Shortly after Belushi’s overdose death, Williams quit both drugs cold turkey, and he remained sober and cocaine-free for the next 20 years. There is no public information about his use of addictive prescription drugs, but it is well-known that many Hollywood personalities like him have close relationships with both prescription-writing physicians and illicit drug pushers, many of whom make house calls.
However, Williams relapsed in 2006 and started abusing drugs and alcohol again, eventually being admitted to a Hazelden drug rehab facility in Oregon. After “taking the cure” he continued his exhausting career making movies, doing comedy tours and engaging in personal appearances in order to “pay the bills and support my family”.
After two expensive divorces, huge indebtedness and an impending bankruptcy, Williams was forced, in September of 2013, to sell both his $35,000,000 home and his even more expensive 600-acre ranch in Napa Valley. He moved into a more modest, more affordable home in the San Francisco area, where he lived until his death.
But despite solving his near-bankruptcy situation (which would make any sane person temporarily and deeply sad), Williams continued having a hard time paying his bills – especially his alimony payments, so he was forced to go back to making movies (which he despised doing because of the rigorous schedule and being away from his family for extended periods of time). And he hated the fact that he was being financially forced to sign a contract to do a “Mrs. Doubtfire” sequel later in 2014.
For regular income, he took a job doing a TV comedy series called “The Crazy Ones”, but the pressures of working so hard got him drinking again, even using alcohol on the set, which he had never done before. He was making $165,000 per episode and was counting on continuing the series beyond the first season in order to have a steady income.
So when CBS cancelled the show in May 2014, humiliation, sadness, anxiety and insomnia naturally set in, and he decided to go for professional help at the Minnesota Hazelden addiction facility, spending the month of July 2014 as an patient there.
The public deserves to know what really happened inside that facility.
We certainly deserve to know the full story. There are many painful lessons that can be learned. Those who think that we can’t handle the truth are wrong.
The psychiatric drug-taking public deserves to know what were the offending drugs that contributed to his pain, anguish, sadness, nervousness, insomnia, sleep deprivation, hopelessness and the seemingly irrational decision to kill himself.
And the family, friends and fans of Robin Williams certainly deserve to know the essential facts of the case which, if not revealed to us, will otherwise just result in a blind continuation of America’s “mysterious” iatrogenic suicide, violence and dementia epidemics. Ignorance of the well-hidden truths will just allow the continuation of Big Pharma’s ill-gotten gains and its deception of the medical profession and their patients for so long - and destroying the memory, creativity, brains and lives of millions of patients simultaneously.
For more information on the above very serious issues, check out these websites: www.ssristories.com, www.madinamerica.com, http://rxisk.org/www.mindfreedom.org, www.breggin.com,www.cchrint.org, www.drugawareness.org, www.psychrights.org, www.quitpaxil.org, www.endofshock.com.
Appendix A
The Powers-That-Be That Would Keep Us Ignorant
Big Pharma, the AMA, the APA, the AAP, the AAFP, the CDC, the FDA, the NIH, the NIMH, Wall Street and most of the patient or disease advocacy groups that sponsor the annual fund-raising and very futile “searches for the cure” all understand that the hidden epidemic of iatrogenic illnesses must be de-emphasized. And, simultaneously, the altruistic whistle-blowers among us will be black-listed, denigrated and labeled as nuisance conspiracy theorists.
https://freepress.org/article/psychiatric-drug-induced-suicide-robin-williams-two-years-later?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR1AyLy3MJ8Tp2DTwc_c4G5DyQ1InTevjbzhmN5SiIb1CTv4neZIUTFdNoM_aem_AYJChMg0jV8OZPvcXTWQj6v6bU68PWGBdCO3saO27D9LaXhPIsUf8Mxnk2iAnypzxC-CDHI9t1jx9PG7e5KMkZO-

This will be a long post so please bear with me. I had my third session yesterday with my new therapist. And she firmly believes I don't have borderline. This was a really hard session for me and I dont think I'm going to go back to her. But it left me really questioning myself and honestly everything. Context: I am 17F, queer, and polyam. I've been diagnosed since 16. I've never had a suicide attempt but I've been on observation once. I've had suicidal thoughts and I've called help lines but usually I'm on hold for so long I give up the idea of an attempt lol But I also have people who depend on me, and that stops me from suicidal thoughts these days. I think generally, I'm okay. I have a full time job. A career field and life plan that I'm passionate about. And I have a lot of love for my family and very few friends. My entire life is based on caring for others. I want to be a therapist because I know it's hard to find good ones. I'm a provider for my girlfriend. I have mood swings and "episodes" of impulsive behavior. It's costed me many jobs. I have a history of self harm, sexual/physical/emotional abuse, restrictive and binge eating habits. But I was always told as a kid "You have to do the hard things in life" and that's why I'm here today.
My history of diagnosis: First therapist- Situational depression, generalized anxiety. I think I took Prozac and hydroxazine? Second- bi polar 2 and adhd. I tried a few different anti depressants. 2 different mood stabilizers at the same time, I think I took 1200mg of lithium? I also had ptsd meds for nightmares. And Ritalin for adhd Third- borderline personality disorder and adhd. I'm taking vyvanse for the adhd and I was taking some anti depressants but I didn't like them.
Now, In this session I mentioned several things. I mentioned spending time with my father (who I've mentioned is a bad parent), I mentioned recently cutting off someone who was dangerous and taking advantage of me, and I mentioned an interaction I had with an ex "friend" I had.
With this interaction I described her love bombing me and then only wanting to meet for sex. She would text me once every week or so to rant about how much she misses me and loves me and wants to see me again. But never actually make plans. She had a girlfriend and they had oddly loose boundaries with their relationship so I didn't want to be involved in that. I could only describe the way she made me feel as "crummy" and that I didn't want to waste my time telling her how I felt, despite my therapist suggesting that. My therapists conclusion was that I have empathy, compassion, respect for boundaries, and a clear sense of who I want to be. And those are things that borderlines do not have the capacity to understand/do.
She went on about how she has no idea why my psychiatrist would diagnose me with that. She suggested medication resistant depression. And trauma work with her. I gave her so many things to talk about this session but she seems hyper focused on my "misdiagnosis". I told her I was conflicted and didn't know who to trust. And she kept almost bashing my psychiatrist (who works in the same building haha). My issue is, I have no reason to trust her. She doesn't know me, it's my first few sessions so she hasn't asked me deep questions about my traumas, she's always late, and she always starts the session talking about herself ^;
So my issue is, I don't think I'm depressed. I think I just care a lot about what people think of me and I'm over empathetic to ensure that I don't hurt the people I care about. My mom is scared of anger especially so I internalize my outbursts. I've already been misdiagnosed so much. I know something is wrong with me. I feel crazy. I know what depression feels like, this isn't it.
I think she normally works with depressed and anxious teenagers too. So I don't know how qualified she is to diagnose me. I thought a psychiatrist had to do that.
Since getting diagnosed, I've been really careful and observant of my behaviors. I've gotten a lot better. But my new therapist says it's a chronic thing, ur born with it and that's how you'll be forever. While my psychiatrist says, we caught it early, you can learn and get better. Maybe even fully function normally after a long while.
Tldr: my therapist says I don't have borderline because I have compassion, empathy, boundaries, and a goal of who I want to be. Totally dismissing my diagnoses on the third session. And not asking me any clarifying questions about my experiences.
So, who should I trust? I don't want to see my therapist again. She makes me feel bad. But what if I'm really not a borderline? But what if she's just misdiagnosing me again :(
Im happy to answer any questions about my life and experiences. I'm just really conflicted and need some help.

I’ll try to make a long story short. My 11 year old tabby has hyperesthesia (fairly mild) and we are in the process of starting him on Prozac (fluoxetine). We got him the transdermal application and we have been giving him 10mg twice a day for 3 days now. However, the inside of his ear has gotten red and inflamed from the medication. I’ve also read that the transdermal application isn’t as effective as the oral route. We are going to see about getting oral medication tomorrow.
My concern is this: We go on a 1 week vacation once a year. Our cat would rather die than spend a week at the vet, alone, locked in a small kennel. We live way out in the country - no option for anyone to come give him medication. I’m curious how this would work with him on fluoxetine. I’ve read you can’t stop it abruptly and you have to ween slowly. Would we have to ween him off before the week of vacation and resume full dosage when we return? Is this dangerous for him?
Thanks!

I’ll try to make a long story short. My 11 year old tabby has hyperesthesia (fairly mild) and we are in the process of starting him on Prozac (fluoxetine). We got him the transdermal application and we have been giving him 10mg twice a day for 3 days now. However, the inside of his ear has gotten red and inflamed from the medication. I’ve also read that the transdermal application isn’t as effective as the oral route. We are going to see about getting oral medication tomorrow.
My concern is this: We go on a 1 week vacation once a year. Our cat would rather die than spend a week at the vet, alone, locked in a small kennel. We live way out in the country - no option for anyone to come give him medication. I’m curious how this would work with him on fluoxetine. I’ve read you can’t stop it abruptly and you have to ween slowly. Would we have to ween him off before the week of vacation and resume full dosage when we return? Is this dangerous for him?
Thanks!

I have OCD, autism, ADHD, mental tunnel vision, and communication disorder.
For my OCD, I have the ApoE4 allele and must eat in moderation, but eating in moderation feels miserable because I can only enjoy eating something in a limited amount, particularly those high in saturated fat or natural sugars, before having to stop and that limited amount triggers my desire for more.
I also have an aversion to looking at and using toilets so I put an aluminium baking tray to defecate and dispose my faeces in a plastic bag afterwards.
When I urinate, I use an empty plastic jar to and then pour it in the sink and rinse.
Also, in the religion I am part of, our bodies will not have erotic desires or reproductive abilities in heaven and I am disappointed because of it.
My mother says that my disappointment about our bodies not having those desires and abilities is due to my OCD.
How would I feel like after taking Prozac?
Do my desires and perceptions change and become normal?
Is it dangerous for me to have access to anything that can be used as a weapon such as hammers, knives, screwdrivers, etc.?

Please help. I know I am acting like this is catastrophic but I don’t know what to do. My psych put me on Prozac on top of my vraylar and I suddenly feel extremely unwell on it. Just really unstable. I also gained weight very rapidly and am in recovery for anorexia. I was really at a comfy weight for me for a long time before while eating whatever I want and the Prozac has really fkd with that stability. I feel just awful. I literally yelled “no” when I got on the scale this morning. I only have 20mg of Prozac and I don’t know if I can taper off of it. I really want to stop it cold turkey but I am wondering if that is dangerous or not. I would still be on the vraylar, which has done me well for the most part in the past. I’m sorry if this is not allowed I am just really freaking out - personal experiences are appreciated.

Ever since I was prescribed Duloxetine, my life has followed an unfortunate set of circumstances. The awful reaction I had to this medication is still causing me insomnia today, and it's been 2 months of living in this nightmare. This is the story of how Duloxetine ruined my life.
Before I start, I need to emphasize that this story is not intended to encourage anyone to avoid Duloxetine; my goal is to forewarn individuals who are considering trying this antidepressant drug to consult their Doctor first and discuss their biological risk of developing the horrific side effects this medication has evoked in me.
Something I've noticed is that I am someone who cannot tolerate any reuptake inhibitor drug, so I should have known better than to start a new one. Previously, I was taking Wellbutrin and Venlafaxine simultaneously. I then tapered off with Prozac, which resulted in serotonin syndrome. I quit Methylphenidate because it makes me excited and angsty, and I am a recovering crack cocaine addict, which, for those of you who don't know this, cocaine works as a serotonin-norepinephrine-dopamine-reuptake inhibitor, or for short form SNDRI.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serotonin–norepinephrine–dopamine_reuptake_inhibitor#Addiction
Sound familiar? It should be because all of the drugs mentioned work via reuptake inhibition, similar to cocaine. The reason I bring up this is because everyone I've smoked crack with can tolerate it better, and the duration of their high would last exponentially longer than me. Meanwhile, I crash really hard, sometimes really quickly. So thus, my theory is that regardless of whether it's pharmaceuticals or street drugs, I cannot personally tolerate any reuptake inhibitors. So, if you can relate to this yourself, use precaution when considering a new antidepressant, ask your Doctor about the mechanisms of action and educate yourself on the drugs that you are going to put in your body.
And now….. On to the Story.
To preface this story, I am a 21-year-old Male; I live in a country where hospital visits are free, and medications are insured by the government for those under 25 years of age. I have been battling crack addiction for 5 years now. I quit 10 months ago, and since then, I've had about 5 slip-ups. I've been an addict since I was 14, and I have literally been to rehab 6 times. I'm currently on a waiting list to get into rehab, and it has almost been a year since my relapse, and I'm still figuring this shit out.
This story began in February of 2024. At this time, I had been on 30mg of Duloxetine for a month, with no effects nor side effects, so my dose was increased to 60mg just 5 days before my admission date into rehab.
I've been adjusting and changing meds since I was 17 for my mental health, and on this particular day, when my dad dropped me off at the rehab, he noticed I was more stable than he's seen me for as long as he can remember. "Boy, was he wrong"!
After settling in my room, I was ready to participate in the program. I found some friends, and we all sat at a table together in the cafeteria. When lunch was served, I noticed that my appetite had vanished entirely, and I was repulsed by the thought of eating at all, but I didn't give it much thought.
When I was in line for nighttime meds, I was very confident that my good old reliable Zolpidem 10mg would warmly nussle me to sleep like a lullaby, as it always did. I practiced good sleep hygiene before bed, including showering, avoiding screens for 2 hours, making the bed, and taking my meds immediately before bed. After 15 minutes, I felt the Zolpidem's comforting effects; however, I was still awake an hour after taking it, which was unusual. At first, I thought, "Maybe I'm just getting acclimated to the program," but soon enough, the Zolpidem wore off, and I was wide awake. So I hunkered down and had no option but to lay in bed the whole night.
I wasn't that bent out of shape or pissed off the next day because 24 hours without sleep isn't a lot of time to be awake for me, and I've probably done it 100 times already. Furthermore, at this time, I was prescribed a brand of 50mg Methylphenidate called Foquest, which has triple layer beads, designed to release 3 times throughout the day for a longer lasting extended release effect than double layer beaded XR medications like Adderall or Dexedrine.
I was thrilled when the sun came up, reasonably so because I had been basically confined to that room all night. Once the wake-up call went off, I was free to go elsewhere, like the TV room, to lay down on the couches or sit in the cafeteria to socialize with the early birds, and nobody appeared to notice I hadn't slept at all.
My concern was amplified when I was still repulsed by my breakfast, but I went on about my day, attended all of the daily programming, and soon enough, it was nighttime again. "Surely, I'll be able to sleep this time," I said. Anyone would pass out from exhaustion if they were sober the whole time like me."
Nighttime meds came again, and now I was less confident in the Zolpidem to do its duty. However, I was prescribed 10mg diazepam and 300mg pregabalin at bedtime on top of the Zolpidem. So, at this point, I was relying on the back-burner meds. Sure enough, the meds wore off after an hour, and eventually, I called it quits again, but I knew I had to preserve my energy, so I stayed in bed tossing and turning, just trying to sleep, but to no avail. On this night, I thought to myself, "Maybe I'm just going through weed withdrawal," although I hadn't noticed any cravings or anything up to this point, so it never occurred to me prior.
As the clock struck 6 am, 48 hours had gone by without any sleep. When I woke up, I was at home. Now I'm two hours away in the middle of nowhere. Being this far from home, and even how far I was from the nearest hospital, I grew weary. I knew that I wouldn't be able to access the psychiatric care I clearly needed.
Things weren't looking good this morning. I started becoming unwell, with anxiety, and my freeze would keep kicking in. I had no idea what was going on and why the fuck I couldn't eat or sleep at all.
This all pissed me off because I had fought a long battle of suffering and trying to pull my shit together for 8 months so that I could get into rehab again, and of course, it backfired on me.
To fill you in on those eight months between June and February, I was put on long-term disability with the condition that I go to rehab to maintain my job, which I already had plans on doing anyway. I found a rehab with lots of praise across my country, but the waiting list was 3 months long. So I was stuck at home on the rural back roads and spent all my time living a very sedentary lifestyle until I got offered a bed. When I got there, however, I quickly felt like I was in a labour camp rather than a drug rehab.
I hated every day of the 8 weeks I spent there because of the sheer overexertion and exhaustion due to the intensity of the rehab. We worked from 6am until 9 or 10:30pm every single day, with very little free time. Half of the clients at the place were on parole conditions, and the other half were what we called "health beds." I wasn't on parole, nor have I ever served jail time, and when I asked the parolees, every single one of them told me the exact same thing. They all said, "This program is far harder than jail," and "I wanna go back to prison." Keep in mind some of these guys came from medium security and witnessed horrible things, which I won't elaborate on.
After those 8 weeks, I had enough. I was withdrawing off Diazepam because the psychiatrist at that rehab tapered me down way too fast. I was also suffering from akathisia when I had to start an antipsychotic because I had an episode of paranoid psychosis due to the exhaustion combined with the entire dynamic of the program. They were making me wait forever to get the meds I needed for the akathesia, and they let me continue to withdraw even though I visited the hospital and they faxed them a prescription for benztropine and re-prescribed Diazepam. I had enough of their bullshit, and so I left.
My parents were furious that I quit, but I was determined to find a better rehab, one that didn't practice slavery and intentional sleep deprivation as their entire philosophy, and 3 months later, I ended up in the rehab where this story began.
I was incredibly frustrated after being awake for 48 hours straight. It felt like the last 8 months had flashed before my eyes. I saw all the misery, hopelessness, grief and loss that my addiction had caused over the years. Despite all the effort I had put into overcoming it, everything seemed to be coming together, and my dad had commented on how stable I seemed; suddenly, I found myself in crisis.
On morning two, I wasn't fucking around. No Foquest, no relaxing with my eyes closed, and I powered through the day. It wasn't enough, though, because all night, I still hadn't gotten even a little half sleep in; I was fully conscious the whole time.
At this point, I proposed I go to the emergency room so I could speak to a psychiatrist fast, which is something I've had to do several times, but I was met with discouragement by my counsellor. He kept saying, "This is just a part of recovery." Then I refuted him by saying, "I haven't been smoking crack for 8 months. This isn't detox! This is my medication causing a crisis". I had enough of how oblivious he was, so I walked away from that conversation because he made me feel guilty for even asking such a thing, even though it was the best option, and I should've followed my gut instinct.
My mind was so slow because of the time disorientation, and I became very compulsive. I was extremely uncomfortable living in my own skin, and my body would go into its freeze instinct. For example, I got into my room and had snowy boots, and I didn't want to track snow into my room, so I just froze and stood there staring into space, lost in my thoughts. It took me 30 minutes to remove my boots and rigidly tip-toe into bed.
One of the rules of the rehab I was at was that you cannot refuse meds, but suddenly, In the blink of an eye, I remembered my Doctor's words when he increased the Duloxetine from 30 to 60. He said, "I'm gonna give you two 30mg capsules, but if anything bad happens, return to one capsule."
At that moment, I was in line to get my meds, and I realized that I had factored out everything. It was very unusual for me to have appetite suppression to this extreme, and if the weed withdrawal was the sole problem, I would've gotten poor sleep or not enough. It'd be very unlikely to have resulted in complete insomnia for three days straight, maybe one, but I'd end up crashing the next night. I did factor in the new environment, but only for the first night. Another indication that I had was I had an uncontrollable urge to crack my neck constantly, which Is a side effect I've had from other antidepressants and indicates the dose is too high or something adverse is happening.
I told the nurse I was choosing to lower my dose without their permission, and she vaguely warned me, saying, "Well, part of being in this program is taking your meds." I just shrugged it off, not understanding what she was eluding, but I wasn't gonna go through this torture any longer. This was on a Friday, so all the weekday staff in charge of the rehab left, and the weekend staff were there until Tuesday because it was a long weekend.
On the fourth night, I anticipated a repeat of the same routine, and despite my efforts, I couldn't fall asleep; instead, I felt as if I were hypomanic because I felt mental energy that kept my mind alert, but the fatigue was getting to me, and I ended up falling asleep at like 5 am only to be loudly awoken by the P-A speaker in my room gave us a wake-up call at 6 am. And when I woke from this, I was sure as hell pissed off because I felt so much worse than before, but the good thing was it was the weekend which meant free time all day. After the fucking megaphone in my room awoke me into shock, I stumbled out of bed, staggering, not so far as tripping over my feet yet, but needless to say, things were getting terrible given that in 4 days, I had slept 1 out of the other 95 hours. This morning at breakfast, I confirmed my theory that Duloxetine was causing these side effects because I began eating more and slowly regained my appetite.
So, on day 4, I was losing myself after that 1-hour nap that destroyed me. But the straw that broke the camel's back was a song I heard coming from the next room over, and I had the worst panic attack of my life because it was a song that my evil ex-girlfriend involved in my last relapse, would play while we smoked crack together so, of course, it caused flashbacks.
At this point, I had no composure left; I ran down the hall, went outside and started hitting my head off a brick wall until it bled. I was stopped in the act, and the staff had to call the ambulance.
I knew I was the most isolated hospital I'd ever been to when I arrived, and they told me they literally had no psychiatrists. Eventually, after waiting for a doctor, I had to explain everything all over again because the ambulance driver didn't hand off any of the info I had given them in the ambulance, and I almost didn't get any help. The nurse walked in and said, "How can I help you?" I was in shock and didn't realize yet that she didn't know anything about me, but even after I explained that I'd been awake for 4 days straight because of a medication, she just looked at me and said, "Well, you seem fine to me" This made me really angry at the world. She just thought I was high since she knew I had addiction issues, but after talking with her and the Doctor, I said, "It seems as if you guys think I'm just high." They both just looked at each other, and from then on, I could tell they believed me. We talked, and I suggested we add 25mg of Seroquel, so the Doctor sent me back to the rehab with a week's worth in a bottle.
After I got back to the rehab, it was time for bed again, and thankfully, I got some sleep that night. However, the sleep wasn't restful enough, so I was still loopy and anxious. However, I continuously regained my appetite, which made me feel better.
The following 2 nights, I managed to sleep through, and my eating habits were much more natural than before. I was starting to think my sleep was returning to normal. I began feeling like everything would be okay, but when I got up Tuesday morning after 7 days of torture, I thought I had suffered enough. I was wrong because the staff in charge returned, and they concluded that I needed to be medically discharged from the rehab, and I had 15 minutes to gather my shit and leave.
I was under the impression I could reapply when I got home. When I called, the intake coordinator said I had to wait three months before reapplying.
After hearing this, I felt hopeless, so I started digging. I discovered that I could call the clinical director of the rehab and make a formal complaint. So I called her up, and after I explained how much I wanted to return, she decided that all I would need to reapply would be a note from my Doctor explaining that I am medically stable on my meds. I was thrilled to hear this, and furthermore, I didn't have any problems sleeping anymore, so I was confident that I'd get the letter I needed to return.
When I called my Doctor, I didn't need Seroquel anymore because my sleep had returned to normal. I was having a lot of agitation and discomfort, so my Doctor switched me from Diazepam to clonazepam to give me the best opportunity for success upon returning to rehab.
I don't remember the following 9 days after, But on March 2nd, it hit me again and I could no longer sleep without medication, nor could I eat anything without forcing myself. In a sleep-deprived state the next day, I made the poor decision to go into my parent's closet, where they hid my medication and stole fifteen 10mg Diazepams, so that night, I took 90mg just so I could sleep.
The next night rolled around, and I took 60mg and couldn't sleep at all. My grandfather lives next door and has always been helpful to me when I have insomnia. He sometimes would give me 15mg of oxazepam. So I went home and took it, and just sat there and still couldn't sleep. In a drunken state from all the benzos, I lost my inhibitions, had enough of the insomnia, and was ready to die for the first time in my life.
I decided I was ready and attempted to gulp back all my pills, knowing I would end up in a coma or dead. I found over 2 months' worth of pregabalin; I take 600 per day, so there were approximately 35 grams. There were also about 150mg of Diazepam that hadn't been returned to the pharmacy, a month's worth of clonazepam, so about 45mg, I had probably 500mg of Methylphenidate and maybe 100mg of Zolpidem and some other stuff I can't remember.
I had to get past my mom first because she was in the way of the closet, so I walked by casually, grabbed the bag and tried to get past her. She gripped the bag, and I didn't want to be aggressive with my mom, so I let go. She was traumatized by my behaviour and quickly dialled 911. I was so remorseful for what I did to my mom, so I jumped over the railing down a flight of stairs but landed on my 1 foot and just fell up the stairs, and was barely injured.
When I got to the hospital, they ended up giving me 50mg of Seroquel, and somehow, I managed to fall asleep. When I woke up, they contacted my parents, and they didn't want me to come home and needed a break, so I went directly to a crisis centre from the hospital.
The centre I was in was for people at risk of homelessness or just for crisis support. It's a nice house with a beautiful kitchen. I could even bring my nicotine vape with me. They also had lock boxes for people to store their drugs in; the only rule was you had to leave the property to get high, and you could come back tweaking balls if you wanted to. When I arrived, I was so drugged up from all the benzos that I stumbled around everywhere and had to use the elevator.
The first night was pretty easy, even though I didn't sleep because I could vape outside whenever I wanted, and other people were awake all night that I could talk to. This made it much easier to remain calm since I wasn't confined to my room this time. My Doctor was away for the week, so out of the kindness and love in my dad's heart, he took me to a walk-in clinic to get some trazodone. The clinic doctor only gave me 25mg, which was not nearly enough because, by this point, my sleep threshold was substantially higher. That night, I combined it with 2.5mg of Clonazepam and Zolpidem, but it was useless, and I stayed awake.
On Night three at the centre, I managed to get 3 hours of broken-up sleep from 6am to 9am. I was sleeping so lightly that I had a hypnagogic hallucination, which is a type of hallucination where you're on the cusp of waking up. It felt like I was on DMT for a couple seconds, and then I woke up.
I had enough; I was skeptical but decided to stop taking the Cymbalta because I was living on protein shakes and could barely eat a small yogurt; I was sitting at the table crying because I just wanted to eat.
The environment I was in was very triggering for me, especially since I was a 20 minute walk away from my dealer, and I could return back to the centre when I was done. So this is where the stupidity began, and I gave in even after three days of barely sleeping. And went to grab a 70-piece of crack.
Even though the cops don't care about drug users in my city, and people can be spotted smoking drugs all over the place, I still felt paranoid about where I was smoking up. Whenever I don't have a place to use safely, I walk around downtown looking for alleyways or trying to find tents in the park where the homeless live. This time, I wanted to be more stealthy, so I climbed up this mountain in my city with a stairway about 100 or so steps tall. As I walked up the stairs, my legs were trembling, and I could barely descend the steps without collapsing.
When I got back to the centre safely, I was tweaking and could barely compose myself enough to communicate, and my fine motor function was fucked that I needed help opening the pills I took to calm down.
Needless to say, because of my stupidity, I didn't deserve to sleep that night, but it's just unfortunate the hospital would refer me to such a triggering environment right after I left rehab early.
This facility is not allowed to stop people from taking extra meds; you could overdose if you wanted to, and there's nothing they can do other than call an ambulance. Luckily for me, my dad only left me with the amount of medication I needed. That night, 75mg of Trazodone must have provided me with some sleep, I honestly can't remember, but after 2 days off the Duloxetine, I regained my ability to eat again, and I was eating like a champ. I had lost about 10lbs, and I gained it back quickly.
The last night I was there, I didn't get any sleep again, but luckily, someone was awake to keep me company. He had some good weed, and the staff let us roll up in the front room. Then we could walk across the road and smoke up on the sidewalk, and we did that all night until I was ready to go and my parents allowed me to come back home. I ended up crashing at 4pm off 50mg of Trazodone for 5 hours, and when I woke up, I took 100mg of Seroquel and crashed again and woke up 13 hours later.
The sleepless nights were getting to be too much, and I was having suicidal Ideation, so I bit the bullet and decided to drive an hour away to the best mental health hospital in all of my country. My dad and I were worried that I wouldn't get admitted, but they did because of my suicidality.
The Doctor gave me 200mg of Trazodone for my first night, and I just became a complete zombie and laid there in bed for 3 hours, but then I got up, and I could barely even muster up a word and looked like I was slumped, told a staff member I was trying to look for ways to kill myself so they gave me Ativan to fall asleep. I didn't want to take it because my benzo tolerance had already skyrocketed, but I succumbed, and it actually worked.
Every weekday, the clients all got to speak to a psychiatrist, and when we were talking, even the psychiatrist agreed that what was going on was perplexing, so we just kept throwing sleeping meds at me to see what worked.
One night, I was feeling so suicidal that I left my room and started hitting my head on the concrete, and the hospital had to announce a code white, which is the code used for patients deemed "dangerous." The only person I was a danger to was myself. I kept punching myself in the head, and they called the intensive care unit to bring a restraint bed and told me If I didn't take Ativan and Loxapine, they were gonna strap me down and give it to me intravenously.
I took the pills, so the restraint bed was brought back over to the intensive care unit, but a staff member had to be in my room that night until I woke up. On Friday, the psychiatrist and I finalized my medication regimen, and he suggested that Monday would be a good day to leave. I was so eager to go on Monday that I didn't tell him I barely slept that night.
I'm thankful I went, though; I wouldn't dare go to the psych ward in my own city because I've been locked in a foam room with a mattress on the ground, no pillow, a camera facing the toilet, and nobody came to talk to me for 5 days people screaming all night in the hallway. I hated those pigs, so every time I had to piss, I did it on the floor beside the toilet so the camera couldn't watch me, and I threw all my food waste on the floor. I stuffed my blanket in the toilet bowl when I was about to leave. They deserved it, and I'm very proud I did so.
I travelled to the mental health hospital I went to because it's much more humane. Everyone gets their own room and bathroom with a shower. They have programs to go to throughout the week and a big common room with a TV and tables and chairs where I spent most of my time colouring with the friends I acquired.
It's been about 3 weeks since I was discharged from the hospital, and I have had problems sleeping every night since. I've constantly bothered my Doctor with emails and calls to the office to change meds, but I'm finally at the point now where I'm on the waiting list to get back into the rehab I was discharged from, and I slept the whole night last night which I haven't done since the very beginning of this story.
I thought this story would end on a sad note, but things are looking up for me. If I continue to sleep every night, I'll be all set to go as soon as they call me.
In the end, to sleep, I'm taking 200mg of Seroquel, which is insane to me because, before the start of the story, I was taking 8x less than what helped me before this story began. I'm also now taking mirtazapine and Davigo for sleep, and I didn't need any of these meds before this all started. This is further proof to me that Duloxetine caused all this stuff to happen in my life, and here I am 2 months later, still recovering.
EDIT**** I included a citation to prove the mechanism of action of cocaine in relation to antidepressants

When I was an adolescent, I had an extreme suicide attempt after being prescribed prozac, they put me in a state hospital, polydrugged me, and I was in and out of various private hospitals since. I had to flee to my Mother's home country in order to escape.
My quality of life is terrible, I have sorted through some of the trauma on my own, having to find Christianity and a different philosophy on even Good and Evil just to keep myself going. But, because I was tortured, abused, neglected, gaslit, and groomed by this industry and the people in the civilian world, I'm the one who has to live with the changes in my body now, the side effects that the Pharma companies have been forced to admit their drugs have since near inception. Side effect doesn't mean that it is rare or uncommon, side effects simply mean "unintended" (And I'm redpilled to the point where I think they may even be intentional). Side effects such as: Suicidal and homicidal ideations and urges, decreased concentration, decreased memory, problems with reasoning, insomnia, compulsive/addictive urges, anhedonia, sexual dysfunction, horomone imbalance, thyroid issues, etc etc etc.
Because we were deemed "inferior" or "invalid" by useless idiots who don't even test for the "Chemical Imbalance" which they claim we have, a few honest psychiatrist have admitted it to be a lie. I have a few theories as to the thought process of these people who can't recognize a crime against humanity when it's in their face.

1. Arrogance and a need to conform to popular opinion.
2. Stigma and villainization of the "mentally ill" as inferior it dangerous.
3. A need to cover up their own failure to society and to their loved ones.
4. Pure indoctrination, they genuinely believe what they are doing is righteous and correct.
5. Financial/Social control incentive, both from professionals as well as politicians, police, hospitals (asylums), and big pharma, and the government itself.
6. Inability to think that such abuse of power could exist on such a scale. (Just world fallacy)

I would like to hear your stories and see what you all think as well. It does not sit well with me that these sorts of situations are caused by hundreds, if not thousands or millions of people, falling for euthanasia tactics because "We are trying to do the 'right thing'".

Hey it is going to be a long post, I will confess to what I have done and please recommend me what to do next. So I am writing this post from a throwaway account. So I had a pshycosis episode last year around this time along with intense depression. I had a history of depression but the paranoia was intense. So I contacted a therapist which lead me contacting a psychiatrist. I gave an honest evaluation and I was getting forcefully admitted into the psyche ward. I evaded it somehow with the help of my friend. I did not let my family knew of the incident as it would result me loosing me all of my freedom. I was given some meds. I took those and the thing was settled. Till last year, in October due to some final year stuff and career related stress I started smoking weed. It started with bongs, and ciggs. I used to feel disassociated from reality for 2-3 days after one session, I knew something was wrong but I kept going as the numbness it brought was better than the dark thoughts that manifest my reality. I started getting deep paranoia and I started hearing some voices. I contacted a psychiatrist and I was given Olanzapine, Clonazepam, Prozac and melatonin, I took the meds initially I was not hitting the bong with the meds, I started having nightmares. So one day I took the leap of faith and started doing weed again with meds. I stopped meds for brief period of time with continued usage of weed for 1 month just to see what happen and It ended in with me developing self harm tendencies. I started meds again this time I was given Wellbutrin, Ambiem, Lithium tablets and Olanzapine. I started taking those meds with continued usage of weed and ciggs. I rarely drink alcohol. I now feel like I have messed up my brain, I have destroyed something. I dont know what. Lately I have been giving away my drawings, driving at high speeds, doing dangerous stuff, I am afraid something is coming. Please tell me what to do. P.S. I have suicidal tendencies in my depression phase and god like tendency in mania phase.

First of all, let’s look at the statistics of women who are given dangerous drugs versus men who are given dangerous drugs… I would have to say it’s 80/20. I don’t have the statistics on it, but I do know that more women are given benzodiazepines, anti-depressants, etc. Since the inception of benzodiazepines, for example, they used to call Valium, mother‘s Little helper. So they demoted women’s suffering to hysteria where they would give women copious amounts of Valium, and then other benzodiazepines. And when anti-depressants came out, women were depressed for a variety of reasons, and then they give them Prozac and other drugs. Women are disproportionately affected by this.
Now I know that Reddit is 70% men, and men will say yes they’re given pills, and I agree with that, but reddit is not a good barometer for what is actually going on.
Women were more likely than men to have taken medication for their mental health (21.2% and 11.5%, respectively) and to have received counseling or therapy …
https://www.cbsnews.com/amp/news/psychiatric-drugs-study-reveals-widespread-use-women-men/
Isn’t it interesting that they say women are more mentally balanced, and happier than men, yet we are filled with drugs. So when we go to the doctor to tell them we are depressed, they don’t suggest counseling or exercise, or diet or hormone Balancing, they just throw drugs at us. I think there’s something very insidious behind psychiatry, and I think a lot of it is misogynistic.
Women Women around the world report higher levels of life satisfaction than men, but at the same time report more daily stress.

It had been a very very long ride since a good time.
Until now I've been taking my time enough to check my photo collection. For me had been an amazing surprise all the photos I've been founding, and most of them I had shared with you people, friend of the audience.
This tale, will start in the early 00s, amazingly as how it looks. People usually is very smart. They had some kind of tendency that they believe that sowing variables, very long ago that will make certain kind of event, some prerogative for a payment they owe. Even to myself. It's a tale very very common, on where "If you listen to them, they will affect yourself upon the level of attention you keep into them. Like kind of a magnet."
As you know for a reason they correlate me with a man named Alejandro. He was a very nice person by the early 00s, he just part of this problem he got mentally affected. The last time I shared some time with him, he had his personal matter in order to take me away of his home in New Orleans, and thats the end of the tale.
Part of the Ping and Pong, it's built on a concatenated standard part of their periodical condition, natural indictments of their society on where I know happens certain abnormal homicides of women activity. To be sincere, some of this people, they murder virgin women, other not... its as I said before, something I want to not be part, even in the moral judgement, and strictly attach my criteria to the common laws that governs everyone.
Suddenly they placed an image, of a "Very big breasted woman" near a street named "Antillas" that me and my mother used to passed everyday to attend to elementary school. The woman was very hot, was girlfriend of Mr. Alejandro, and some other people more. Here near my place theres a mall, on where a specific spot they sell something called "Banderillas". That basically is a hotdog sausage with some flour... super tasty with a coke. Corndog, its called, I know... the woman used to work over there.
No matter many things, I had a very nice relationship with my dad. He was kind of mentally sick about all this things, since he said goodbye meanwhile I was in USA since 2013, that practically saying, "Its not about me or no one... its a show on where Mr. Yunes is Maricarmen..." , and always he was very very strictly appointed the people that was involved in all this things, those people where monitoring us, when things got hotter, that my dad was talking much. They sacrificed him. I will show couple of pictures next.
They build a game on where, they where people responsable about his pass away, people not, and people that where part of an old show. I knew everything since the beginning, the last time I attended to the mall with some couple people I said, "Over there attended a lady I know" just for probably self remind me to be aware of many things.
The official tale was that in December of 2017. We visited a Hotel property of the daughter of one of the persons that rented him a warehouse. We joked, we laughed, he said the words: "Any person that don't pays to me, I have an ambulance with some Tigers, that picks them up...", He even imagine was writing his script how he was going to die... anyway, the three, we where listening we laughed, until cry.
Two days later on (The tale of Lorenzo Carranco from Baja), they appointed him people administrators of the supposedly society in Merida, the 24th very very early to talk with him. Bunch of poor people, puppets and clowns.
They said to him strictly the words:
"Your son wants to finish you. And everything it's planned and decided to happen so."
We went to party with his other son, one day before the 23rd, we took some pictures, they said. "Meanwhile you where with your dad and those folks, something on was happening... on the background..."
Since started to evolve, initially he thought "I was the one who wanted to kill him". Early morning I took several photos with him.
Just to be strictly and straight to a principle of Father and Son... when things go beyond, and you kill your father, or you kill your son.
At the end I discovered, he was killed by those 2 guys that ask him permission to "Help" supposedly, they robbed my house previously, they usurped my father copying the electronic photo album, we already know the tale. Germany is very dangerous place, for someone like me, and we don't want to keep back, and never with Merkel administration, specifically those people that did all their tale. Its a game on where their own ritual ascription and rank manages the way the water came down. Kind of NDA ponderation. Per example Fifa characters, as far as you amaze. One of them, they copied the face of a local guy from the town, on where his nickname is "Mr. La Usurpadora", that his father in law, was called "Mr. Beto", Everything to find local assets to cover and hide, supposedly higher reasons, local matters of historical sympathetic assemblies to parse with Robert. The duck game. I discovered all.
Was at the end as "Il Piemontese Umberto Eco", that crazy man and the supposedly Ratzinger union on where they wrote and did some many crazy shit, that they poisoned themselves. Until today I get back and forward waves of that...
When other people found out what was happening. Initially they send him to Los Cabos, not to Merida. They got very very angry, and kept with all this tale. Over there, they where waiting for us to take everything. And today is no way out. Because I dont know what religion you are. When you hurt a virgin lady, theres no going back. Lethally, painfully, when theres a continuous attempt to assault, to try to emplace a painful agenda to someone... Theres no absolutely going back. They even asked Laurene Powell to take pictures in the boat, blaming herself for the matter... but the reality is "He didn't passed away by his big mouth... on the crazy shit we talked that day with the lady...", was about something else, initially about the guy dressed in black. "Here they are emplacing the banderillas..." I didn't liked at all... now they come with all that crap of the A.I... bulllshit...
"A.I. that fits comfortably" when they have to be haunted... this is full of shit...
Gates has to go down... to Jail...
Wait you see the faces of people.
Anyway, he went to Los Cabos, because I believe all the way from 2017, until he passed away, the only thing that received from me was love.
Look how it finished all... "Now we are going to China, Japan, Korea and the region."
That Queen Isabel, played that SNES videogame... but nobody knew but her relatives, and that they used that to shoot my mother, and who shared the information. Logically nothing we care. "People that gifted to other their coats... and no one and absolutely nobody wants to know further about the matter." Probably they promised them administrative ranks, I really don't care. Kind of Trump, in USA, that sorry but, that don't worths a single dime. Next day appears President Xi talking on, and everything rumbles down... The Law is the Law, and the Chinese Ranking, is very very special, by some demographic phenomena, that interacts and intercedes, and intersects. 3I. "The largest population of richest women in all the world are and lives in China". No matter anything they say. This is a constant. Years ago, before internet, they had certain traditions in Italy, today thats completely wrong.
"I don't know other people", but non perfect monogamy its a truthful correct standard, on where the male is well married and has single mix descendant relatives, to sum in China, many of the marriages are truthful strict as couples one to one, because they don't have much time for other things rather to work. They can just have 1 single child, because of the demographic explosion. That build, "Small things that are very valuable, for many many important things..."
When they become rich, or from second or third generation of business activity, they go relaxed, for more western lives, they spend their time with other women, but they keep their roots and traditions in the way they participate in their interpersonal relationships in between the law and enforcement, administration of the exercise of the public power. It's very interesting. Japan is very close, and they share many things in common over this subject.
My decision it's based on the things I have been observing from my humble place.
Sincerely, first I have to get out of here. They keep thinking here in Mexico, they will lead "something". What a tremendous mistake, is just part of the inertia of what happened to my dad, Erin, me, etc... When I discovered is just a gang to rob money. Something super sad. Anyone not much smart can have money, and everything he / she wants. To resume, thinking I am talking to very smart persons.
Im short. and good for cook, You must help cooking... Im tall and big, good to carry heavy things... you must be mechanic... etc... the USA situation and Mexico, What a tremendous mistake to think even an ideology is behind a lead. Part of their tradition and their statistics are very dangerous "All the other people should follow a lead upon that nature." At least I know and Im very very mentally sane.
Data like, "80% of all the violent crimes in USA are committed only by Africanamericans."
I just here an old man, screaming... "Boy get out of there! moving a hat..."
Hopefully everything goes smooth... I get reunited with Erin... and my hearties... and proceed to not the plan I to be honest I wished... but the plan the circumstances made me self-build and my self criteria.
Just to straight everything...
The factory wont be a bed of roses... its about a Jail... its something so terrenal, I think we are going to shape Apple a company that soon will be a explicit public government. All cars like that and all ships will be branded Apple, because will be "The government of the people of Russia" just resume it all... Erin, Enrique, will pass away... and brands, and all about will keep there... for the people... just part of the same...
The nice friends we met on the way... will be very appreciated.
It's unacceptable the syndicated activity. "Mr. Carlos versus Julius Cesar..." OMG... again they think they can hide the sun with a single finger... well... since Im not going to discuss... we are moving on... just evaluating how thick this people are full of sea weed... Hopefully an Angel hears my letter and starts to administrate them Valium... Prozac... the necessary medication to everything goes smooth, and we move on.
"If you did it... you have to pay..."
Erin or either myself, can't be in the middle. Then please tell us that the idea is to murder ourselves... as how the Japanese said, in Friederichshagen: "Si siguen en el teatro, mejor que digan que te mataron..."
Thank you so much people of the audience.
Sincerly,
Enrique.

I have panic disorder and GAD. I used to be on this sub all the time, thinking that if I wrote enough and replied enough and meditated enough and answered enough that some "AHA" moment would come and I would be cured. You might have clicked on this post to see "OK, maybe she's got some magic answer for me that I can follow. I do, but you're going to read what I have to say and go, "Ugh. I KNOW this already. Accept, allow, defuse, engage. I've heard it all. You have panic disorder--you know how f'ing hard this is! How am I supposed to 'accept?' Or I've been 'accepting' and NOTHING is working. I still get anxiety."
I guarantee that if there's any commentary here, one of them will be: "How long did this take you?" There's no magic number. For me, it took about nine months. On average, I've heard a year for others. Be patient. Keep being brave. Venture out. One day, it won't hurt. I promise you that. And maybe in a year from now, you too will be surfing reddit and happen to see this sub and think, "Oh, man. I would love to give other people a little glimmer of hope. I remember how panicked those people were about every little sensation and thought and feeling."
Before I get into my list (which is not so much a to do list as a series of revelations you will one day have, I assure you), I'm returning to this sub after much time to tell you that, yes, full recovery is VERY POSSIBLE for you. You won't always obsess over whether you're going to "feel" a certain way or worry that you'll embarrass yourself in a restaurant or be plagued with intrusive thoughts. When someone invites you to a party, you'll immediately think about what to wear or what to bring, not "Will I be well enough by then? What if I feel trapped at this party? What if, what if, what if.... etc."
I just returned from an international tropical vacation last week. I go to meetings. I run in a local club. I hang out at the local pub. I go to new restaurants and actually enjoy them. I don't enjoy meetings but hey, they're (sometimes) necessary. :)
So, here's a couple of things I had to learn along the way:
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1. You need to understand you have an extremely creative mind. Your mind works in ways that others may actually envy. When anxiety and creativity dance together, though, it makes us dizzy.
   
2. Learn to look at your thoughts and feelings from 10,000 miles away. How can you do that? Practice, practice, practice meditation. The goal of meditation is not to "clear your mind" or "have no thoughts." That's impossible. Unless you're dead, you're going to be thinking or perceiving something, even when meditating. The goal of meditation is to be able to recognize that your mind has wandered and bring your focus back to the visualization or exercise or your breath or whatever you've decided to focus on. I'd recommend Jon Kabat-Zinn's mindfulness master class or the Body Scan exercise in the Unwinding App. This takes PRACTICE, so become aware when you're beating yourself up because you're "not doing it right." Meditating, however, is not going to cure anxiety. It's just going to teach you to look at it so you don't have the disordered reaction to it.
   
3. Listen to the doctors. It is highly unlikely that medication will kill you. They wouldn't prescribe it to you if it did. And, like 1 in 5 American adults are on some form of SSRI, and you don't see a mass of people dropping dead from Prozac every day. I do not nor have I ever taken benzos because addiction is genetic for me, and I didn't need to add "weaning off a substance" to my to do list. The medication might make you sick at first. It might take several months or tries to get it right. In my case, it took three months of me resisting taking it followed by four months of dosage changes, side effects before it really sunk in. It DOES work. It is NOT PERFECT. Give it TIME. Have PATIENCE.
   
4. Anxiety is completely NORMAL. You're probably thinking, "Oh, my GOD. I've HEARD all this before. Why did she even bother to write this post? She knows better. Anxiety is NOT NORMAL. Do other people lay in bed all day because they don't want to face anything? That they're so heightened that they're paralyzed?" I'm here to tell you where that thinking is wrong. Stop RESISTING it. Anxiety IS normal—I've learned that it's our REACTION to anxiety that's the disorder, not the heightened state itself. I get "whooshes" of anxiety all the time. Everyone does. I still get worry or intrusive thoughts. So does everyone. The difference is that we get sucked into it and go, "Why did I have that thought?! I don't really want to strangle my cat. Why, why, why?" Now, I just shrug it off and go, "Oh, I feel dizzy because my brain is sending an anxiety signal." "Oh, I must be anxious right now. Wonder why." Or, "I am having a thought about stabbing myself in the eye." I don't let my creativity tango with the anxiety. THIS is acceptance. How to do that? Learn to observe your thoughts (see #2 above).
   
5. It's OK to have anxiety. Even if you're in a restaurant, you might feel like utter shit. And guess what, that's fine. Keep going. Every single time you don't teach yourself that it's OK to run from this feeling, the more you are going to stay stuck. I know the incredible amount of BRAVERY it takes to overcome that urgent feeling of danger, but trust me, keep sticking it out. Over time—yes, time. Maybe like several months to a year with consistent practice—you will find the sensations and the thoughts and the whatever else fades. You can be anxious wherever you go forever if you won't (but you won't. It's chemically impossible).
   
6. Stop waiting for you to feel PERFECT to venture out. There's no such thing as perfection, whatever your perception might be. Stop chasing something that can't be caught. If you keep thinking, "Well, I can't go to my cousin's baby shower next weekend because I don't know how I'll feel," that's feeding the disorder. Go anyway, DESPITE how you feel.
   
7. Feelings aren't goals. Values are. Do things that are meaningful to you, despite how you feel. (I read that the other day somewhere and I loved it, so I'm paraphrasing it here.) One of the biggest anxiety traps is giving up allowing it to be there and saying, "No matter what I do, I don't feel happy no matter how many times I exercise." You exercise because it's important to you to be healthy, or physical fit, or attractive, or fast or whatever--THOSE are the goals, not the feelings of "happy."
   
8. Again, feelings aren't goals. Nothing has to be perfect. You don't have to "feel" perfect. Maybe you're thinking, "Oh, boy. I don't know if I can go to my cousin's baby shower because I don't know how I'll feel. Oh, wait if I'm panicky? Do I just respond no now, even though I'd really like to see old Aunt Susie?" Just go. Chances are you will feel like shit, panicking the whole way there, racing questions like "Why did I do this? This is a mistake, I can't do this." Yes, you can. Unless your cousin is carrying Rosemary's baby and it's going to emerge from the womb to start the apocalypse, you're going to experience a range of things. You might feel panicked. You might experience joy from sharing a joke. You might be bored during the gift opening phase. You might be full after lunch. r maybe... just maybe ... you will feel tense at first and have thoughts racing, "What if I panic?" and then you see old Aunt Susie and catch up and suddenly realize you had fun playing "guess how much the baby will weigh." Anxiety can come and go as it wishes, but you're the one in control, not it. I remember maybe like three weeks ago, I was on vacation and I felt some anxiety. I went, "OK, anxiety. You're here for some reason but you're going to come with me to play this coconut throwing game."
   
9. Not everything is a "setback." You're going to have anxiety from time to time. It's just life. It doesn't mean you're "back to square one." YOU control that, as scary and diminishing as it can seem right now. But one day, you will look back and go, "Oh, my God. What was I so fucking scared of?"
   
10. One final point: the DARE program is a lifesaver. I enrolled in DARE Academy and I think it's totally worth the money. But again, DARE is not going to save you. YOU are going to save you, and DARE is but one tool you have on your journey.
    

THIS IS HOW YOU BEAT THIS THING. Over time, you will still feel panic/anxiety, but its intensity will lessen and eventually just disappear. You're going to come to a time and not even remember when you felt anxious because it WON'T BE NOTABLE. It's not that ANYTHING has changed about how your body produces hormones. It's about HOW YOU REACT to it.
Anyway, good luck, y'all. I'm rooting for all of you. It's INCREDIBLY, INCREDIBLY HARD at first. I know that. But it doesn't have to be.
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