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I feel dizzy all the time

 I feel dizzy all the time.


I don’t think Lexapro is right for me.

My anxiety is periodic due to a lot of trauma over the last 8 years (wife near death 3 times, carer for 8 years, death of mother, death of best friend, wife in hospital for 3 months last year requiring 2 brain operations which I had to give permission for, the death of my father, my wife and my separation, being in temporary housing (6 places) for 5 months, teaching on temporary contracts to teenage refugees) — my anxiety is periodic and not constant.

Valium addresses flares which is what I suffer from.

It’s what I need.

But the PBS won’t support it.

They fear it’s addictive.

I don’t find it to be so.

Again bureaucrats acting like they know more than Psychiatrists/doctors.

Lexapro is for constant anxiety

which I don’t suffer from.

The government is pushing Lexapro.

Money from the Pharmaceutical Companies?

And stopping the use of Valium.

I don’t feel anxious.

I feel dizzy.

I could work on Valium.

I can’t on this shit.

Fucking government thinks it knows better than psychiatrists.

There’s so much I’ve got to do.

I can’t face Centrelink.

I haven’t earned a cent in 5 months.

Living off my retirement savings.

I’ve got to resubmit my ‘indefinite’ medical certificate which my psychiatrist — the head of a psychiatric hospital filled out for me — 

because a school leaver tells me it’s invalid: “3 months maximum.”


On an another note, the government requires that I’m diagnosed as schizophrenic or bi-polar in order to claim PBS on my respiradone.

Even though my psychiatrist who’s seen me for 20 years says I’m neither.


So much for care for the mentally ill in this country.



Copyright & Published Malachi Doyle2023.

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