Checkmate big Pharma, I'm a poster-pilled serotonin factory now. I've seized the memes of endorphin production and liberated myself from Capitalism. Posting is praxis and I'll cry if anyone tells me otherwise, so you better not! You'd hate it. I'm a real ugly cryer.
Having another chain around my neck for my employer to yank should I misbehave is something I refuse to do again. I refuse to take on a financial burden that emotionally numbs me so I will be a more effective cog in the great machine. Make no mistake, I am suffering greatly but it has always been due to my circumstances. I don't need chemical correction. I need community, companionship, affection, purpose, and meaning. I need love. I need a life worth living.
I want to feel my feelings now. Even if it hurts. I just want it to hurt less a bit.
Highly relatable and respectable. Looking back on my previous years of depression it was absolutely a product of my material circumstances and alienation. Drugs weren't the answer, radically restructuring my life was. I'm lucky I was able to do so, many can't.