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Child psychiatry is a lot trickier than general psych. I was told I could go to this chick that I didn't like before we got to this point, or over to Indiana would be the next closest that accepts our insurance and all that nonsense. Then Chicago was my next option. One hospital/network...

Oh holy fuck no. Going through the psychiatrist/therapist thing with my oldest. For him the psychiatrist prescribes the drugs and that's about it. Then she tells me he needs to go to a therapist. Her fee is like $300/hour to write a prescription and tell us to go somewhere else. I didn't...

Mine made me suuuuuper tired for the first couple months but that did go away. The depression is actually what crushed my sex drive in the first place, so that didn't hurt anything for me. I'm like spiking right now in that department so there's that lol. I have gained a ton of weight, but...

It can take a while to find the right one, and even then, it's not a guarantee that you will. They can do the opposite for some people, and getting off of them is hard. It's one of those "does the risk outweigh the benefit" situations that you really have to keep an eye on. For me, my husband...

With his mind on his money and his money on his mind. Hi, my name is ennaynattirb, and I'm on two medications that help me make serotonin. It's really been a big help, I avoided it for a long time but glad I finally accepted that I needed something.

Being a chick is stupid. Like I don't wanna be a guy but I also could stand to live without a uterus, and if these chesticles would stop being a literal pain that'd be great too.

Luckily I always know it's coming about a full day before in adulthood, but at the time I didn't really have a lot of cramping beforehand and I never tracked it so had no fucking clue it was about to hit. Don't ever leave me frood.

Lol no my first kiss was a couple years before that. It was show choir camp, our last day was a performance. Our performance attire was supposed to be our shirt from camp tucked into white shorts, then white socks and white shoes. I was walking around campus dressed and ready with my dad and...

I didn't go to one until the 7th grade, and that was the only one I went to. It was a really fun time until the last day. Like everyone I knew did church camp every summer but my mom never sent us. Idk if it was a denominational thing or what, one would think she would have been super excited...

Psychology. Then business. Then psychology. Then math. I can't remember what all I changed my major to. I now have a very high value degree in liberal arts. The plan was to get cores and electives out of the way and then transfer to obtain a degree in CIS. I registered for the CIS classes...

One of my classmates went the year I didn't. Not gonna lie I was jealous as hell when he would talk about it, even though it was my decision alone not to go. I was young enough that kind of time away from home kinda scared me.

At some point in grade school we did a career aptitude type of test in one of our classes and then had to write a short essay on what sounded the most appealing. That was one of the choices, and I continued to maintain interest throughout the rest of my childhood. I talked about it a lot as...

I mean was that not the logical next step? My dream died, cut me some slack!

No, but fun fact, my husband's step-brother is an aerospace engineer, so I kinda live vicariously through him. He starts talking about work and most people tune out, then there's me over there saying "EEEK TELL ME MORE!"

Once upon a time, I had a dream to be an aerospace engineer. Then I realized that I genuinely don't comprehend certain concepts of physics and that dream died a depressing death because it was literally my dream career from like 10 to 17. The end, cool story, bro.

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Nah furry like a sloth babe

Also I'm drunk please forgive.the excessive periods.

HOLY FUCK DON'T KNOW.WHY I JUST REMEMBERED THIS: Fireworks. God damn it the smell of.fireworks is heaven. Absolute. Heaven.

We tried to invite you to it, in West Memphis, Arkansas but you said you'd never visit there remember...