I went to my pdoc today, desperate because I've been having s*** thoughts and super depressed. I told him I had seen my regular doctor last week and she did a full blood panel because I've had extreme fatigue for several months, even with working out consistently four times a week. He asked me if she had any recommendations because he wasn't sure what to do with me. This made me feel really uneasy with his ability to help me and figure out a medication regimen that can help combat my depression and anxiety. Now I feel worse, like I'm going to be stuck feeling this bad and life is hopeless. I think he may have tried to say it in a joking way, but you shouldn't try to joke around with a depressed patient. I really like him and he's so kind, but what if he really doesn't know what he's doing?