The prescriber cut me off all my medication just as I got out of the hospital for severe depression. Treated me like I am just a junky wanting to be high off my meds when my medication is what keeps me from self-harm. Now im struggling not to go back to the hospital. The physical and mental pain I'm in is insane I am having to ween myself off my meds without medical supervision. And it's because of the prescriber here. The therapist was nice, but not worth the revisit given that they couldn't seem to actually do much to help me stay safe with myself at all. Just made it worse, actually.

To edit: I can't get anything refilled, even the medications the prescriber said he would send the order in for except for some reason he ordered me narcan and I don't need narcan for any reason. So now I'm stuck with one of the worst depression and paranoia dips I've dealt with in a very long time. It's not fun knowing that all I can do is sleep and wait for my brain to work enough to get things I need to do, done. All while having no energy or motivation again. And to keep telling myself that my chemistry is going to be majorly unbalanced and I just have to suffer with it praying I don't lose sight of what I'm living for again. It's even harder knowing that I DID ask for help, only to me mocked and lied to, and left out to die. I'm disgusting with this place.