Norest4thewicked
Losing it
- Nov 4, 2018
- 270
Last week I had a meeting with my therapist and my doctor, who in their infinite wisdom, decided that after five months of struggling like fuck just to get out of bed, let alone the house, that I am fit to return to work. Changes to the meds and upping the dose on others have in thier professional opinion deemed me to be getting better. Having told them that my depression , mood swings and volatile behaviour have not gotten any easier, they just looked at me as if I was full of bullshit. Pumping me full of big pharma drugs and keeping me under a chemical cosh does not mean I am ready to be a productive member of society. It just seems to me that it's all about the money. Wake up, go to work, buy, consume and reproduce. Most importantly ,pay your taxes. I did go to work today. Don't know if I'll go tomorrow. Don't get me wrong, I'm not lazy or workshy. I want to work again when I'm ready. But in this day and age, money is king. Wellbeing of the individual comes way down the list. Sorry for the rant, it's just how I feel