redranger2 said:Good grief, Scott Alvarez22, 🤣
why on earth didn't my psychiatrist suggest that same remedy?😁
The thing is, they aren't suffering from the same things we are; their goal is just to squeeze as much money out of us as possible.
Take this for example:
It feels like there isn't a single vet out there who won't try to push some specialized commercial food (like Hills or Pedigree fell...) just because they happen to stock it or can funnel customers toward specific pet stores.
However, when an animal is more than just a pet to you—when they are a lifelong companion—you naturally become close friends with most vets. But wouldn't you know it, none of those vets actually feed their own dogs Pedigree fell and similar cash-grab products; instead, they all mix together homemade meals, much like what they eat themselves.
And it’s easy enough to verify: just take two bowls, one filled with Pedigree fell and the other with homemade food, and set them down when your dog is hungry (which, let's face it, is every day since they aren't on any antidepressants 😁), then just let the dog decide which one is actually better for them.
It’s the exact same story with psychiatrists.
Here is my own experience:
Back in mid-2006, after three grueling months of struggling with balance issues and endless medical testing, I finally went to see a psychiatrist.
He immediately started treating me by throwing Zoloft and Xanax at me.
In the beginning, the Zoloft and Xanax actually made the dizziness even worse, leaving me convinced that I had completely lost my mind—totally.
I somehow managed to limp along until 2011, when my dog developed a severe ear infection, which ended up sending me back into the clinic for testing alongside him.
Both the dog and I tested positive for issues; the dog got his treatment, while I was sent off for further diagnostic testing while staying on my medication. During those follow-up tests, they discovered an old fracture in my eardrum that had healed over with fibrous tissue.
The specialist asked me how on earth I had managed to live with a ruptured eardrum without ever seeking help or mentioning it to anyone.
The reason I hadn't reported it to anyone else was because my previous doctors insisted everything was fine, but they essentially ruined me by prescribing antidepressants and Xanax, to which I eventually developed a dependency.
After five years of seeing him, my psychiatrist offered the deepest of apologies, justifying it by saying he wasn't an ENT specialist and couldn't have known, though he did note that I certainly had my own psychological baggage to clear out. When I asked if there was anyone out there who didn't have "baggage" to clean up, he told me quite plainly that there wasn't!
So, it all traces back to an ear issue treated by a psychiatrist using drugs, which led to depression and panic attacks, and once I finally realized what was happening and tried to taper off, I felt every demon in existence hit me at once. My body has become so accustomed to the medication that I'm still trying to figure out how to fix it, while the psychiatrist? There's no sign of him anymore. As far as he's concerned, the case is CLOSED, Next please.