They don't work because they can't. Google Dr. Peter Breggin his material especially a couple of his books can do more to help you understand why you are in the position you are in than all the valium in the world. I been there any back and it ain't a fun trip but you can beat with God's grace and no help from a psychiatrist.
Because they're not a compatible with my chemical make.
Listen, I know you mean well but until you're having to leave work early, fleeing from doing simple tasks, unable to leave your own home, in a sobbing wreck, cutting up your flesh like it's ham since you were
ten years old do NOT tell me that ONLY BY GODS GRACE can I be HELPED. Where was he all those years, hmm? PRAYING, PURGING, STARVING, CUTTING, BEGGING him TO HELP ME. Last time someone said that, their daughter ended up being six feet under with a bullet in her head and pills in her stomach. May he live with that for the rest of his life.
And all that did was give me an immune system that's weak, scars I have to hide, shame over my own body (and shame I don't want youth to have), a mind that's overworked and lacking a few needed chemicals in my brain.
And by the way, I already have God. I hate the Christian title because I hate organized religion. I hate the harm it has caused to my former partner, to my friends, to the youth I help, to so many people I have met in my life.
So, I already have him and he's helping me by letting me finally be honest in my emotions
without the guilt religion has caused me in the past. and giving my parents patience with me.
Some people, like me, need psychiatric help. I don't like people like you, because it's people like you whose children end up dead or very emotionally messed up.
So until the thought of going outside makes you throw up, until you can't sleep for weeks straight, until your carving your flesh because out of all the things you cannot control you can only control that, until cops are called because you don't speak to friends or family for weeks and they think you're dead, until even opening your eyes becomes a chore, destroyed relationships and friendships, lost jobs and a tight rope ready to snap
do not tell me that I only need God.
Because it's been twelve years and finally, a year and a half ago, did I decide that I needed help. Because I was tired, I wasn't able to keep a job, my relationships were falling apart, I lost someone I genuinely loved two years prior because of guilt and shame, too many visits from cops, too much crying and a botched suicide attempt. I couldn't keep living that like. Just seeking constant guidance from a spiritual being and only guilt and shame being reinforced by a religion who claims I'm going to hell for an illness I cannot help.
Sorry if this offends you, I have learned to be blunt about everything and I'm not going to change that.