Modern day romance

Honey Bee, I know that you prefer that I say this to you directly, but tbh, this feels like a modern-day romance. Like, two star crossed lovers connecting via the internet. Forreal, like, I would send you a letter with a stamp and everything, but this will have to do for now. Can you let me know what pictures you would like me to use? Like, when I post about us. What pictures do you like most of us? Those are the ones that I will use. This situation will take me sharing my experience unabashedly in order to draw attention to some issues that transcend previous generations to present day. We over prescribe in the United States.. as a nation, we over prescribe. When I was first diagnosed with PTSD in England, no one threw medicine at me. It was all about talk therapy and staying connected to my community. How can a medical practitioner diagnose me with anything after one conversation? The easy diagnosis is the obvious one. The easiest diagnosis is the one on the tip of everyone's tongue. What if... what if... we paused for a second? Not even a second, but for a week. So many medical practitioners have told me what I am experiencing, but they have not given me the chance to accept what I am experiencing and share it with them. It feels like I am on a human conveyor belt. What is the human conveyor belt? Enter facility, prescribe something, and send the individual on their way. Rinse and repeat. I refuse to be a part of that cycle. If being stubborn is what has kept me alive for this long, then being stubborn is what I will have to be. I will be this way to show anyone who interacts with me during this time of my life; I am undeniably the strongest person that I know. I will share my voice. Lastly, I have one suggestion to any mental health practitioner reading this. The question, is that what you believe? is isolating. As if to say, the circumstances that are being communicated have been concocted in the individual's mind. I feel what is missing from the question is, is that what you [want me to] believe? I know what happened to me. Not everyone will believe me, but you did honey bee. You did. Thank you, mi amor. Besitos con un poco de canela, Your one and only Sol. <3