I'll never forget how in my late 20s, when I was struggling with anxiety-related issues, I went to a psychiatrist and after a 2-minute conversation describing my life circumstances he prescribed me anti-depressants.
It was surreal how easy it was for him to give me drugs, especially because I wasn't ambitious about taking pills for my problems. At the ti…
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