Well shiiiit, my meds lowered my dopamine so much that I have tardive dyskinesia. Trying to function sucks brah. Too much dopamine, I go insane. Too little, my body acts up.

Gonna have to talk to my psychiatrist about this shit. Boy, trying out drugs is gonna suck major balls.

After six months of dealing with therapists to get an actual diagnosis for my psychotic nonsense, there are two conclusions that I can end this tiring chapter in my life.

First conclusion, two therapists and myself believe that I show symptoms of schizophrenia. I can basically get a diagnosis for schizophrenia. But I won't get that because...

...the second conclusion is that since I """"function""""" in society """"pretty well"""", I'm not going to get the diagnosis of schizophrenia because stigmas of severe mental illness is so bad, it could affect me getting a job or affect my insurance. It would essentially be a black mark on my record and even though it's kinda important to know during emergency situations, they'd rather not give me the diagnosis just to make sure my future will not be bricked up in front of my eyes.

So essentially, I have wasted six months for a diagnosis that will never be attached to me by name and all I got was meme fodder.