I don't want happy pills to tolerate a shitty situation, i want the shitty situation to end. Therapy can't talk away the material conditions that cause my suffering. I want better coping mechanism and that's why i'm here but jesus does it feel like a friendship i pay for.

What do you think? Is it overprescribed as an answer? When deaths of despair rise it's always "we should fund more mental health institutions", yes then what? Does mental illness just drop from the sky? Does it emerge from your head fully formed? Do these talking points sound overly medicalist to anyone else?

I'm just so, so tired

  • Quimby [any, any]
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    3 years ago

    I think it's a mix. I'm definitely anxious because there's a chemical imbalance in my brain. Would a better society make me feel better than I do currently? Yes, of course. But I would probably still feel anxious, because I always feel anxious. I was anxious when I was 3 years old, before I learned there was anything bad in this world. To this day, I worry way too much about the fact that I'm going to die someday, and that's not something society can "fix." So meds help balance out the chemicals in my brain and take the edge off--which I actually really need. The same way glasses might let someone see.

    • Edelgard [she/her]
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      3 years ago

      meds help balance out the chemicals in my brain and take the edge off–which I actually really need. The same way glasses might let someone see.

      I love this comparison.

      :soviet-heart:

    • ClimateChangeAnxiety [he/him, they/them]
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      3 years ago

      But I would probably still feel anxious, because I always feel anxious. I was anxious when I was 3 years old, before I learned there was anything bad in this world

      Mood. I had severe panic attacks as early as 8 years old, and it wasn’t until I was 20 that I understood what they were. I had no reason to be anxious, my worries at the time were math homework I didn’t even struggle with and going outside with my brother to hit each other with sticks. You can implement fully automated luxury gay space communism and I’ll still have anxiety.