Jerk is seeing a therapist. Unfortunately he doesn't mean "seeing" as in "dating". She seems nice. Degrees from Georgetown and Yale. She looks like she'd be an awesome candidate for TLC'S What Not To Wear though. She won't give me drugs. She seems to think I'm not crazy; which leads me to believe that Georgetown and Yale might not be as gooda schools as I once thought.
Happy Fat Tuesday
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Crazy.....crazy for feelin this waaaay...
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J, you are not crazy, just (probably) depressed. Welcome to the club.
Happy Fat Tuesday
I hope this 'therapist' can help ya!
It's death therapy, Bob.
What kind of hippy therapist is she? No drugs...... psh!
It took my regular doc all of 30 seconds to prescribe me Zoloft...and I all was doing was crying during The Price is Right...Maybe she wants to get to know you better before she chemically alters you.
My therapist didn't give me meds cause i'm knocked up.
good luck with that buddy!
meds are highly overrated and can make you unhappier...although, my yellow pills will stop a crying jag of 6 hours in 15 minutes. Lovely drug, Clonazepam.
Hopefully this lady will help you feel better. I hope so.
I feel that pharmaceutical intervention is a wonderful way to deal with problems.
You wouldn't tell someone with cancer or a horrible virus to "just feel better", would you? No - you would freakin' give them some drugs!
If you think you need them, push for the anti-depressants Jerky. Or go to your regular doctah and discuss the situation. They can help and they don't have to be long term.
Of course, I love/hate my happy pills...but for me they're necessary.
Anyway, good luck with the therapy. It can really blow donkeys, but that's usually when it's helping the most.
No, I'm not trying to make sense. Why do you ask?
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