I was on antidepressants for years after cancer. Luckily, I wised up and I am no longer taking them for a while now. That industry (breast cancer) and the brainwashing they do to women is disgusting.
I’ve had anxiety and depression the vast majority of my life. Always had a deep gut feeling that I should stay far away from the meds.
When I was going doctor hopping for an answer as to why I’d been so sick for a while, every doctor but one told me it was depression and they wanted me to go on medicine.
When I went to my second therapist I first told her I wanted no medication pushed on me. And of course she repeatedly tried to push medicine on me. So I fired her.
Even when my anxiety was at its worst, when I went to the ER thinking I was dying, I didn’t take the anxiety meds they gave me. Never have, never will.
I survived suicidal thoughts caused by birth control on my own. Fuck big pharma.
I've been on antidepressants and antipsychotics most of my life. I will not let my child go on them. She went through a depressive episode a few years ago when she was 12. Of course the first thing her doctor wanted to do was to medicate her until she could get in to see a psychotherapist (3 month wait). I opted for doctor's note to keep her home from school and within a couple of weeks she started getting better and went back to school. During her time off school she cried a lot and slept a lot. When she went back to school, she would come home and go to bed. That lasted about a month. Then boom! She returned to normal and she hasn't had another depressive episode.
I believe that if I had let the doctor start her on psych meds, she would never have gotten better. For all I know she may have had a physical ailment that exhausted her and the frustration of exhaustion made her cry. She never could explain why she was tearful. She just kept saying "I don't know." Even today she says she doesn't know why but has told me that she is thankful I kept her off meds and instead worked with the school and the doctor to get her through it.
Aren't those the ones they experimented with and used on their slaves? I did my best to make sure a couple of my friends who got into therapy stayed away from them.
I was on antidepressants for years after cancer. Luckily, I wised up and I am no longer taking them for a while now. That industry (breast cancer) and the brainwashing they do to women is disgusting.
It's all cancer really. With all the money dumped into "research," you figure they'd have something to show for it.
I’ve had anxiety and depression the vast majority of my life. Always had a deep gut feeling that I should stay far away from the meds.
When I was going doctor hopping for an answer as to why I’d been so sick for a while, every doctor but one told me it was depression and they wanted me to go on medicine.
When I went to my second therapist I first told her I wanted no medication pushed on me. And of course she repeatedly tried to push medicine on me. So I fired her.
Even when my anxiety was at its worst, when I went to the ER thinking I was dying, I didn’t take the anxiety meds they gave me. Never have, never will.
I survived suicidal thoughts caused by birth control on my own. Fuck big pharma.
I've been on antidepressants and antipsychotics most of my life. I will not let my child go on them. She went through a depressive episode a few years ago when she was 12. Of course the first thing her doctor wanted to do was to medicate her until she could get in to see a psychotherapist (3 month wait). I opted for doctor's note to keep her home from school and within a couple of weeks she started getting better and went back to school. During her time off school she cried a lot and slept a lot. When she went back to school, she would come home and go to bed. That lasted about a month. Then boom! She returned to normal and she hasn't had another depressive episode.
I believe that if I had let the doctor start her on psych meds, she would never have gotten better. For all I know she may have had a physical ailment that exhausted her and the frustration of exhaustion made her cry. She never could explain why she was tearful. She just kept saying "I don't know." Even today she says she doesn't know why but has told me that she is thankful I kept her off meds and instead worked with the school and the doctor to get her through it.
I'm not one of them
Aren't those the ones they experimented with and used on their slaves? I did my best to make sure a couple of my friends who got into therapy stayed away from them.