I've been peer pressured to be in therapy for many years now under the assumption that it will get me on SSI. Rejected three times so far from it. But about talk therapy, they just expect you to take care of yourself. Advice is for shit unless you are literally retarded, opportunities are what matters and they generally don't give out those, just pills. About the pills, generally the doctors in the USA that give them just never mention the harsh side effects. I prefer to suffer generally but do take an ace inhibitor and a benzo now that I've decided to lose weight and not drink booze (age 32). If I get off the ace entirely, on 10mg but was on 20, then I'll be a happy camper. I plan on, if I can't, to possibly try hawthorn extract after leaving this gestapo hellhole that gives me free things just for being indigent. I'll have phenibut and hawthorn I suspect and a dog. Maybe a cat. Actually dogs are dangerous and food whores and loud and you have to go outside a lot and I'm allergic to cats, so what I'll do is have a rabbit… but they don't play. Ferret? Maybe a corvid. Actually, rather than teach some corvid how to think and talk I may as well finally learn minor programming and just have an application telling me things and meowing. I've wanted that off and on since I had a win9x computer anyway.
Seriously though I think I want a ferret and a mud-hut in some national forest and then I'll be okay. AFTER having SSI of course, and I'll need a motorcycle to go to and fro. They require precious little insurance money and can zip around in woodlands better by far than some larger vehicle. That and you can die suddenly rather than the other two main ways: heart issues (renal failure and such) or cancer. The big two. Cancer, or dying of renal failure while gasping for breath as you end up with thick veins and such. But with a motorcycle you can just *POOF*.
I made a shitty mspaint image to relax me in regards to living in the national forest and also have a list of things I already own to take with me of which weight approximately 20 lbs. If not for plantar fasciitis and somewhat uncontrolled hypertension I'd already be off and happy. I would say it'd be lonely but one of the happiest times I had was when I lived on my own before moving back in with my parents back when I had an apt in college, that only lasted less than a year. THAT'S wPost too long. Click here to view the full text.