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 <p>Maybe this isn&rsquo;t universal, but it certainly shows up quite nicely in folks with anxiety. Find yourself medicated for anxiety, and it&rsquo;s only natural that every side effect from the medication starts applying to you. Are you sleepy? Are you <em>too</em> sleepy? You&rsquo;re probably going to die.</p>
 <p>So anyway, at some point my depression and anxiety started to get out of hand, and my boss at the time nudged me not-so-gently toward a psychiatrist to try and get me to chill the fuck out. Dr Johnston was a pretty okay doctor, too. He ran his practice out of his basement and, in the style of psychiatrists everywhere, showed precisely no emotion on his face as I talked. It was not exactly validating, talking to a mannequin, but at the end of the session, he handed me a few prescriptions to try and sent me on my way.</p>
 <p>The folly of doing my own damn research was that when I got my meds and took them, when that inner clamor of voices finally calmed down and I was able to fall asleep with relative ease, I started reading up on what it was that I was taking and why, and immediately started feeling all of the different side effects all at once.</p>
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 <p>But that&rsquo;s not wholly true, is it? I didn&rsquo;t do my research. I promised myself that I wasn&rsquo;t supposed to do my research, and instead of looking into what was happening with me, I said I felt anxiety, because I did, and so I was treated for anxiety, but if I&rsquo;m honest, I was just depressed. Like, horribly, clinically depressed.</p>
+<p>And so the anxiety meds just </p>
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