UUUGGHHH having another existential crisis here. Is that what it’s called? Doesn’t matter. I got new insurance but my current pharmacy doesn’t take the new stuff. Where does this leave me? Without medication. Figures this would happen the moment I decide to treat myself better and stick to a medication routine. Anyways, so it’s about that 1 week mark without meds that life starts to feel just a little bit off. I start questioning my existence, my purpose, etc. Life starts to lose that shininess. Work becomes more difficult, harder to focus, increase in anxieties. Yadda yadda. Hoping to get things sorted out by the weekend.
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