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Anyway, shall I lay it on the line, if it helps one person it will be worth it, if you are suffering and eventually pluck up the nerve to go to your doctor even though your parents tell you not to because you'll end up up in the funny farm. Desperate you go and there you cry and they give you antidepressants and you are so happy, there is hope again, such a big achievement. You take them thinking that your hell is over, but you have a seizure, limbs knotted, curled up on the floor dribbling, tongue lopping out of your mouth. Then they will move on to anxiety and still want to give you antidepressants, this will reinforce your belief in your new reality, thinking you are anxious because it is so horrible. They won't work, and they eventually give you antipsychotics for your anxiety, some of them work, others make it worse, but still you are just diagnosed with anxiety and your psychotic reality is not mentioned, you get respite, but you wonder who you are, you are in limbo, and purpose and motivation are gone from your life. Well don't give up, psychosis is under diagnosed, and a doctor's go to drug are antidepressants, eventually you will get better, time is a great healer and hell is the impossibility of reason. Persevere and never let other people's perception of you, or your perception of other your perception of you dictate your reality, if you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve you long after they are gone, yours is the earth and everything that's in it. And which is more you'll be man, my son.