I’m desperately unhappy on this cocktail of lithium and Risperidone. God knows what’s it’s doing to my internal brain chemistry.
It would be good to go to the doctor and get a review.
Previously when I’ve asked for a review I’ve been boxed into the fact that I have this life long “bipolar” condition. It’s like a motorway where death is the only exit.
Bipolar massively sucks. Does it even exist?
I’m stuck in this kind of lacunae that I can’t get out of.
What would Frankl do?
Am I manic-depressive? A dandelion bloom?
Who knows? Who cares?
Listening to the turn of the world?
Psychiatry really is such specious junk. What a freakin’ waste of time? Who invented psychiatry? Junk it? Talk about a dangerous method?
My word psychiatry is utter arid bullshit.