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AlabamaLibrul (530 posts) Thu Nov-11-10 04:15 PMOriginal message Pride in the Name of Love, Or: How I learned to stop worrying and hate the mental hospital Edited on Thu Nov-11-10 04:16 PM by AlabamaLibrulI ended up there after taking a metric shitton of benzodiazepines (think Valium or Xanax) and wine and trying to ride the Ninja 500 into oblivion. They ended up tapering me off the prescribed Ativan cold turkey and putting me on Zyprexa, or olanzapine, basically Seroquel's kissing cousin. Like that's supposed to help me with the anxiety. All it did was make me sleep through my mandatory substance abuse sessions and stay longer because of it. I despise antipsychotics so much. They caused side effects that lasted for months.A phone call every three days.It was early January, and I had just interviewed at a photography studio. Turns out I got the job, but missed my first day there that I didn't know I had. It was a $25 an hour job.Now I'm unemployed again, back on assistance, and drinking and smoking again. As they say sarcastically, "feels good, man". It's been nine months to the day since I got out.And so it is.Early morning, April 4Shot rings out in the Memphis skyFree at last, they took your lifeThey could not take your prideIn the name of loveWhat more in the name of love?In the name of loveWhat more in the name of love?In the name of loveWhat more in the name of love...
Another liberal with mental problems. Didn't see that coming.
They ended up tapering me off the prescribed Ativan cold turkey...
AlabamaLibrul (530 posts) Thu Nov-11-10 04:15 PMOriginal messagePride in the Name of Love, Or: How I learned to stop worrying and hate the mental hospital Edited on Thu Nov-11-10 04:16 PM by AlabamaLibrulIt was early January, and I had just interviewed at a photography studio. Turns out I got the job, but missed my first day there that I didn't know I had. It was a $25 an hour job.Now I'm unemployed again, back on assistance, and drinking and smoking again. As they say sarcastically, "feels good, man". It's been nine months to the day since I got out.