My agitated depression runs faster and faster, I only sit in my chair and check the internet with my handy. I loose the connection to reality more and more.
Taking the fin pills a urologist gave me like try this if you ever want after two years in a moment of relationship stress, this selfharming creazy overreaction I can’t forgive me. I cannot accept that I developed over this a rare devastating disease. That I lost my fiancee over this. That I cannot get a new relationship to forget. I can’t accept ED. I cannot accept my hedonism for 44 years and a funny live of 59 years ends up in agony.
I would have to enter the psychiatric unit to get help and to come down, but Im afraid of the SSRI predisposition and my c…ck will shrink and I’ll get cataconic. So I shall try to get a therapy without medication in a open daily therapy in a open hospital unit.
Finasterid drives us creazy. Yeah, Ryan and so many others have accepted pfs as brave fighters by the years. I’m new and I behave like a 18 yo boy.
Sorry to all. I vist a friend in a old farmhouse with a wildered park arround. I hope it brings me down.