By God, am I tired with this.

I don't mind if he gave me ten, if they worked; yeah it's my assessment of the mix, nothing positive, not an inkling.

Oh he shot me with a log10 of haloperidol too at some point within the past couple of weeks and I forgot min dosage 3mg of invega every other day. That's all fine and dandy and I hear I am getting better, I am just not under no circumstances getting better.

I wonder how worse off I 'd be without medications, couldn't possibly be much worse off, I am debilitated, how worse could that become stupor?

Hey Chris22,
I'm in the same boat as u mate. I have been diagnosed with severe clinical depression, OCD (which is not the bull**** illness people think it is) and I have also been diagnosed with asperges. I was diagnosed when I was 14, but had been feeling the symptoms since I was 7. My symptoms were triggered by my dad leaving my mom, but they would have come out at some point so... Anyway, I am currently on 200Mg of Sertraline a day and am trying to renew my prescription to Olanzapine. I've attempted suicide 3 times and have been hospitalised once due to my injuries. I also have a history of self-harm and alcohol and drug dependancy. I am still currently dependant on alcohol, and I smoke 15-20 cigarettes a day to reduce my cravings for drugs. ATM, I am on the brink of suicide and I think that the problem with our condition is that people don't help, they judge. This just makes us feel like outcasts, that we have something that is unnatural, and unacceptable in today's world. This isn't true. We just need help. Everybody is different, and we are just like the next person, except, sometimes, we can't cope with our differences because of how much the pain outweighs our ability to deal with it. I can't sleep properly, I can't deal with change, I've started binge eating, I drink WAY too much, i smoke WAY too much and, at the end of the day, the constant judgement that I have received from other throughout my struggle has made me paranoid and afraid to ask for help, or even to talk. I'm only able to do this because I can't see the people on the other end of the line. I had a good pair of psychotherapists a while ago, but I'm now out of the age group they treat. I feel worthless, like a waste of space, like all I am is a burden to the ones I love. This simple outburst just now has literally just stopped me from taking my own life, because now I see...I'm not alone. I can now talk without my character being judged due to something I was born with. I just want to say thank you, and if I came across arrogant or stubborn or self-centred, I'm sorry, but you guys have just saved my life, just by listening. And you're probably not even there.... Thank you and... I'll see you guys soon!!!!! )))