I recently visited a psychiatrist just last week and he flat out told me to shut up, that he knew how I felt better than I did, and even though I told him that the bupropion that HE gave me in December had a strong stimulant effect resembling that of an amphetamine, he told me that I was making it up and it couldn't do that, but if I wanted to get more meds, he would give them to me, so he added mirtazapine, and now I'm basically speed-balling. An upper and a downer at the same time.

This was provided by a state ran facility here in the Texas panhandle. I don't have to pay to visit this place because I'm incredibly poor and unlucky when it comes to financial security, as I almost can't pay my necessary bills each month regardless of busting my butt over 50 hours a week. The last thing I need is some guy who makes 6 figures a year telling me I don't know how I feel, but its the only way I can even attempt getting treatment.