I took prozac for a few days and started having serious thoughts of how a gun barrel might taste. I stood at the bathroom mirror holding my hand in the shape of a gun, trying to figure out the best angle to blow my brains out of my skull. I had never had suicide thoughts before. Pills went in the trash.

I've made mention of this before, however i was on several different SSRI's and anxiety meds , whole bunch of different blood pressure tabs, statins, anti-seizure and some other petrochemical derived crap to mitigate the side effects of the aforementioned, for a total of around 11-18 tablets everyday for probably close to a decade. In that time i lost all interest/ motivation/ clinically depressed/ generalized anxiety disorder/ insomnia/ classic ideations of death and suicide - mind a blob full of cotton wool - fragile, moody, short tempered, unable to focus and concentrate on the smallest things, binge ate and put on vast amounts of weight - a typical sickly weak unhappy, slow and dull witted, overweight goy.

In many respects the holo-cov plandemic was life changing for me personally (work in progress) i detoxed myself and gave up all my meds, completely changed my diet to organic/ grass feed/ traditional home cook, filtered water, organic green tea etc, cut out all takeaways and goyslop food/ sugar/ processed foods etc and take a daily regime of organic/ high quality high dose vitamins/ minerals/ free radical scavengers, amino acids etc. Have lost 28 kgs (zero exercise other than stretching/ push ups / sit ups/ crunches - im old)

Feel immeasurably better - night and day. Doctor hates me and refuses to believe there is any reason why i shouldnt get myself vaxxed with their mRNA poison - completely remiss on m y weight loss.