I clearly remember sophomore year of highschool as the period where my anxiety and depression decided to rear their ugly heads. I was struggling with advanced algebra two, my romantic life was a mess and I was supposed to start figuring out what I wanted to do career-wise. A decent amount on my plate, compared to the previous, simpler years. Anxiety and depression is hereditary in my case, so I was not too surprised to be bitten by the bugs when I did. My symptoms included hypersomnia, lack of motivation, exhaustion, anxiety towards school and interaction with others, self-destructive behavior, and disinterest in the activities I used to find enjoyable.
Initially, I tried my sibling’s therapist but liked neither the nonreciprocal fashion of therapeutic secret telling, nor my psychologist’s over eager demeanor, so I quit pretty early and never found a proper replacement. He practiced psychotherapy, _______________. I also saw a psychiatrist. She diagnosed me with GAD and depression, prescribed Bupropion and …show more content…
She surprised me with tabs of ecstasy, a synthetic hallucinogen thats supposed to increase one’s dopamine, norepinephrine, and serotonin activity.I found that as the night wore on, her eyes were getting dilated, her mood and was getting dreamy and she was getting very sensitive to touch. Despite initial excitement, my pupils stayed stubbornly the appropriate size for the lighting situation, and I felt nothing particularly interesting-- not even experience a placebo high. It turned out that my receptor sites were too congested, thanks to the fluoxetine, the well intentioned