u/Red-Cellar-Door

This really fkn sucks! The meds they give me to cope with the anxiety to get through something like this are ineffective sh!t. Like, "here's some propranolol", oh joy another bs anxiety med that does absolutely fk all. 🎉 Personally I think the "lol" at the end is exactly what this disorder does to all that crap, and even though I have a diagnosis of agoraphobia, and a referral for pre medication due to a inpatient panic attack, they keep prescribing pure bullsh!t! And to top it all off, the insurance I have gives me generic everything, and that includes the Dr.'s, who for some reason I have to keep explaining this diagnosis to.. So I guess I'll fkn die... whatever.. Does anyone have any tips or suggestions that may help? I'm at my wits end..

This really fkn sucks! The meds they give me to cope with the anxiety to get through something like this are ineffective sh!t. Like, "here's some propranolol", oh joy another bs anxiety med that does absolutely fk all. 🎉 Personally I think the "lol" at the end is exactly what this disorder does to all that crap, and even though I have a diagnosis of agoraphobia, and a referral for pre medication due to a inpatient panic attack, they keep prescribing pure bullsh!t! And to top it all off, the insurance I have gives me generic everything, and that includes the Dr.'s, who for some reason I have to keep explaining this diagnosis to.. So I guess I'll fkn die... whatever.. Does anyone have any tips or suggestions that may help? I'm at my wits end..

Although I am diagnosed with MDD, I had a few things that helped, but I no longer find joy in any of it.. I used to garden, but after being made fun of by my mom who said nastily, "all you care about is gardening," I lost my joy in that.. I collected California Raisins, but there again, I lost the joy that brought me after being made fun of for it.. Then recently I was arrested for pushing my narccicistic dad off of me (no physical harm), mom called the police, I was arrested then thrown into a mental hospital after a breakdown from the abuse and years of being failed by the system. Now I can't drink, which she started me on when I was a child, and that was a joy because I could function a bit through the depression that they heavily attributed to.. But now, on top of all that I'm now selling all of my expensive fishing gear, which was my last joy, because I cannot find joy in that any longer.. The system trapped me here, now I'm stuck on a fixed income in a place I can't afford to live, and I was just about to be getting out and moving FAAAAR away.. WTF it the gotdamn point anymore?