I have moments where it feels like my hands and arms and face generally lose feeling. Like I’m some kinda corpse. Im fuckign tired of it. Ive said it before. I cant continue this. 9 pills. Im not the same and never will be. It has been made so that life has become as unreal and diffucult and challenging as possible without actually killing me. As if to strip me of EVERYTHING before I give in and say YOU WIN PROPECIA, GOD, MERCK, THE WORLD, you have crushed me. Mentally, my face is ruined, my hair is wicked dry looking, fat belly, hollowed eyes, mental numbness, genitals slaughtered, zero digestive functioning, muscles are gone, freezing hands ,and tiny womanly hands and veins, shoulders and appearance of a 9 yr old boy. I get IDed at every place now. Look like an ill sick child with cancer. I lose. Propecia wins. No I cant go on, ive tried the antidepressants, the positivity, the meditation, the working out, the supplements, the creams, the expensive homeopathic remedies. Im out im tired, im weathered, im bitter, im disgusted, im hopeless, im hollow, im dead, im jealous, im hateful, im despaired, im surrendered, im beaten. You guys go ahead and live on hopes of a cure, keep toying with various strains of tribulous and rediculous progesterone creams. I SEE THIS IS REALITY CLEARLY. I SEE IT FOR ALL IT IS. AND I AM NOT AFRAID ANYMORE TO LET GO OF DENIAL. IM OVER, FINISHED. I AM NO LONGER IN FANTASY LAND. THERE IS AN ANSWER TO THIS. IT IS DEATH. IT WILL BE HARD, PERHAPS PAINFUL. BUT AFTER THAT… REST. PEACE. FINALITY. END OF SUFFERING. NO SENSE OF LOSS OR WANTS OR DESIRES. SIMPLY FINISHED. JUST AS I WAS 25 YEARS AGO BEFOREY BIRTH. I WANTED NOTHING BECAUSE I DIDNT EXIST. NOW I RATIONALLY CHOOSE TO GO BACK TO THAT PLACE. GOODBYE.
At least wait until december to learn what destoyed you…
As bad as we have it… there are people whose whole bodies are paralyzed yet they continue living and fighting to live, even though they will never have the life they once had. We are in the same situation, our lives will never be the same even if we are cured or find a treatment. That said, you can still find enjoyment out of life if you learn to accept a new way of living.
Guys,
I seriously need a break. I need to get on disability. How do we prove FUCKING PFS?! WHEN NO DOCTOR RECOGNIZES IT HERE? Should I see a PFS Doctor to get a letter stating that finasteride has ruined my health probably for the rest of my life?! Im going to talk to the lawyer on my case and see this through. If the government wont force mwrck to pay me ill force the government to pay me. They are partly at fault for allowing this to happen.
I totally agree with you. I’m on disability, but it took 3 years to finally get approved.
My claim started with only my lower spine issues (4 back surgeries), so it kept getting denied.
It wasn’t until I hired a Disability Lawyer and appended my claim with the other debilitating diagnoses from PFS that I got approval from an Administrative Law Judge. The lawyer said the vast majority of all claims get denied and end up in front of a ALJ for decision.
Anyhow, the other things that were added to my case: Major Depression, ADHD and BiPolar. ALL of these are side effects of PFS, NONE of which were an issue for me prior to Propecia. So any claim you submit will need some form of diagnosis which is recognized by the medical community and the SSA.
I would be dead if it weren’t for getting approved two weeks after my wife betrayed and abandoned me.
I cant believe life has come to this.
Between my face, lowered intelligence, body distortions, and smaller dick I really have little keeping me positive. Really out of will to live.