My psychiatrist doubled my Wellbutrin dose because she loves me and wants me to be happy.
Or, you know, perhaps not so much HAPPY as just NOT an unshowered, self-hating pile of laze.
Six of one, amirite?
My psychiatrist doubled my Wellbutrin dose because she loves me and wants me to be happy.
Or, you know, perhaps not so much HAPPY as just NOT an unshowered, self-hating pile of laze.
Six of one, amirite?