Funny, most of the women I've known in the last decade with pre existing diagnosed mental disorders refuse to go to therapy and self medicate with booze or weed, and pressure me into doing the same.
Hey, maybe you should try thera... Are you saying I'm nuts , that I'm psycho or some shit?! Fuck you!
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Anyway, yep, therapy is great if you can afford it.
Oddly enough, booze have me the courage to face my demons. The problem was in that I could never remember the resolution of those encounters, so I kept going in circles.
Hookers. They're cheaper than a shrink, have access to all the pharmaceuticals your heart desires and if all else fails... they are almost always super good at... listening to how your day went. Hell most even prefer it to sucking on a soft chub for an hour just for you to come to the same conclusion that depression fucks with your libido.
The number of dragons I'd ride in the other sense is pretty much any except Bayle the Dread because he's an asshole. He probably lost his dick to Placidusax anyway (and why he's so mad).