so what's the deal, Nina F21—what exactly do you want us to say? You don't think it's schizophrenia, you aren't looking for a psychiatrist, and even though you definitely didn't graduate from Johns Hopkins, you're somehow an expert on what's actually going on here.
Look, just take a crow feather, mix it with two cat whiskers in a bowl of sulfur dioxide and some sparkling water, toss in two tablespoons of oregano, drink the whole thing, and then at 2:15 tomorrow afternoon, stare out your window and yell "hibiscus kus kus meniscus" three times.
Girl, these visions of leeches, nettles, and the FBI are getting out of hand—honestly, you really NEED to go see a psychiatrist before you end up hurting yourself, seriously. Just drop the shame and do something for yourself. Like, tomorrow. Right away.
look, it's pretty obvious you don't have weeds or leeches living inside you—that's just physically impossible, and honestly, you would've been dead a long time ago if it were true
you really should go see a psychiatrist or something. They'll get what's going on—they study this stuff, they've seen patients dealing with the exact same things before if you don't reach out for some help, things are probably just gonna get worse, trust me
stormymason5 said:What do you mean by "troll"? The reason I don't want to see a psychiatrist is because I'm worried they'll misinterpret my situation and prescribe meds I don't actually need. Plus, I don't want people looking at me like I've lost it just because I went to see one.🙄
My bad
1. Look, psychiatrists are actual professionals trained for this—they aren't gonna hand you something that’s gonna mess you up.
2. And honestly, if you need meds, you need them. You aren't exactly a doctor or a specialist, so you can't really know for sure unless you've spent years in med school.
3. Also, who cares what people think? Seriously. Nobody's gonna know unless you tell them.
I don't really know—my mom has all the test results, and honestly, I’m clueless when it comes to medical stuff. I'm a law student, so... yeah, two totally different worlds.
I guess there's a silver lining in finding out this early. I still have to head back next week for more tests—not even sure which ones—but there's hope that since we caught it so soon and the cells haven't spread much, things might turn out okay. I don't have the paperwork right here, so I can't say for sure, but man, my mood has been all over the place today. I just don't know what to think anymore—I'm not even 20 yet.
So, they found some malignant cysts on my ovaries today—not sure if this is even the right place to be posting this, but I'm 19 Honestly, I don't even know what I did to deserve this... I just don't have the energy to sit around and grieve right now. I'm just hoping for the best, I guess.