This Is Just Wrong

OK. Everyone who reads this blog knows my last two postings about Riin were not particularly complimentary. I have my issues with the woman; I do believe that she has a lot to learn about life, the universe and everything, particularly in the areas of how to recognize love and getting along with people whose ideas differ from hers. However, I have never, nor would I ever, wish ill will on her; I still love her, even after everything, and want to see her happy.

Well, right now, she's bloody miserable; take a look at her most recent blog posting.

OK. That is just wrong.

I'll admit I'm not a big fan of antidepressants; I think society is relying way too much on pills these days instead of helping people find ways of dealing with their own emotions. Still, once you're on antidepressants, you can't just stop taking them out of the clear blue; that can be dangerous.

Riin has apparently been without her antidepressants for several days now thanks to the cluster fuck going on with her prescription at Walgreens. It's to the point now where Riin is in a place I haven't seen her in a long time; it's a place I never wanted to see her again:

[M]y brain chemistry is totally fucked. This week has been really hard. Lots of irrational thoughts, lots of waking up at 5am and crying for 2 hours, dizzy spells, thoughts I just really don't want to have.

It would seem that the personnel at Walgreens Pharmacy in Ann Arbor have their head shoved further up their ass than even my troll.

Do these people have any idea how dangerous it can be to screw with someone's prescription like this? "Oh, it's just an antidepressant; she won't die without it." Bullshit! "[T]houghts I just really don't want to have." She could be thinking about hurting herself here!

I used to be able to talk her down out of these kinds of moods; she called it "getting me off the ceiling." I wish I could talk to her now, talk her down like I used to but, under the circumstances, it would only make things worse. Her paranoia was very likely a large part of the reason she stopped trusting me and, right now, her paranoia is amped way up; my arrival in the picture would only amp up her bad feelings even further.

I am terrified she's going to get hurt, and there's not a damn thing I can do about it. :(