She said I have to keep taking seroquel even though I dislike it, up my lamictal, up my wellbutrin.  I told her that my anxiety meds don't work and I'm a nervous wreck and she just brushed that off and didn't change those. I think I'm just gonna be miserable forever. Physical problems flaring up while I'm depressed is just the cherry on top of the shit sandwich. What kinda sandwich has cherries on it? A shitty one. (Iykyk)