Some adults are lonelier than ordinary lonely adults because they are ashamed to admit the need of having friends. I caught myself being shameful while talking to my psychiatrist yesterday about it. Told him…I am ashamed to talk about this because I’m too old for this. (I’m 34)
Due to above-normal heart palpitations and panic attacks, my doctor switched my prescription from clonazepam to alprazolam..(another benzo btw.) Thank God, because finding clonazepam stock has been a real horror for me, too!
How are you now? Do you have a friend?
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