I feel your pain with the pill situation. I found the magic answer accidentally. I smoked a little pot to help me relax, since the anti-anxiety meds weren't working, and I just needed a little break. When I told my psychiatrist, he flipped out and said he'd give me as much Cymbalta and Seroquel as I wanted, if I just promised not to do that anymore. Apparently where pleading and begging and crying fails, pot succeeds. Who knew?
I too have that problem at the comic book store when "saving." Makes me glad (on rare occasion) not to be in NY with that selection of mainstream and indie comics.
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I feel your pain with the pill situation. I found the magic answer accidentally. I smoked a little pot to help me relax, since the anti-anxiety meds weren't working, and I just needed a little break. When I told my psychiatrist, he flipped out and said he'd give me as much Cymbalta and Seroquel as I wanted, if I just promised not to do that anymore. Apparently where pleading and begging and crying fails, pot succeeds. Who knew?
I too have that problem at the comic book store when "saving." Makes me glad (on rare occasion) not to be in NY with that selection of mainstream and indie comics.
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