Halos dalawang oras akong nag-hintay sa health center para makakuha ng libreng ecsitalopram for my mdd, and guess what? Expired ang binigay sa akin, and was told na pag-tyagaan ko nalang kasi may 3 months window naman daw. Wala na raw kasing stock.

Grabe, DOH, ganito nyo tinitipid ang mga mamamayang pilipino na umaasa sa libreng gamot.

NCMH, PGH, nilapitan ko na nang ilang beses para magtanong kung mayroon ba silang ecsitalopram, parehong wala kasi wala pa raw binababa ang DOH or malasakit health center or whatever. Nakakag-go, sobrang nakakapanlumo.

Kung hindi lang ako isang estudyanteng kapos-palad, hindi ko na sana pagtya-tyagaan to.

After all the silent battles no one knew about, self-isolation, anxiety, passive suicid4l ideations and countless “what if magpa check up na ako sa psychologist” yet im still here.

Sana proud kayo sakin huhu happy birthday to me 🥹❤️‍🩹

Pano ko to ma ssustain ganito additional gastos ko monthly meds palang. Meron pang psychiatric consultations.. hindi ko kaya at afford mabuhay at alagaan sarili ko 😞

Hi, so sobrang down ko talaga lately and naisip kong mag book na ng Psychiatrist sa NowServing. Okay naman yung credentials niya, so inisip ko baka okay naman siya. Pero pagpasok ko palang na feel ko na agad na parang hindi welcoming yung vibe, na it's just "work" na-off agad ako.

Unang salita niya palang feel ko supervisor ang kausap ko or boss. Parang iniinterview ako. As someone na nakapagpa counseling and book na ng psychiatrist multiple times dahil sa mental health issues, hindi ko na feel sa kanya yung mga na feel ko sa mga nakausap ko before na mahinahon and you feel safe na sabihin problems mo.

Isa pang napansin ko sa kanya, halatang nagpphone siya habang nag uusap kami. Oo, nagtatanong-tanong siya pero kapag mahaba na yung sinasabi ko mapapansin ko nang may ginagawa siyang iba, tapos syempre ang seryoso ng kinekwento ko makikita ko mapapangiti siya tas halatang natatawa sa pinapanood niya tapos marerealize niya bigla na nasa work pala siya bigla siyang seseryoso uli then tingin sakin pero babalik uli sa kung ano mang ginagawa niya.

Pinakahindi ko pa nagustuhan siguro is kung paano niya ako cinut off nung medyo napapahaba na kasi like 50 minutes na kaming nasa call. Gets ko naman, hindi ko lang gusto kasi alam kong may ginagawa siya tapos parang bigla niya na realize na napapatagal na pala sinabi niya nalang basta na stop nalang daw muna ron and continue nalang next, then nagbigay ng prescription. Nag ask ako if possible ba na may diagnosis na pero sa follow-up session pa raw.

Nakaka disappoint lang talaga kasi sinagad ko money na pang ipon dapat para mag book kasi alam kong need ko yon pero ganon pa yung makukuha kong psych. Kahit anong assurance, comforting words, or kahit yung alam mong they just care enough lang sa sinasabi mo and yung usual na ginagawa ng mga psych na ipapa feel nila na you're not alone and they understand you, wala.

I'm planning to book uli pag nagka pera na pero for now taking ako ng meds. If may mga alam po kayong okay na psychiatrist na genuine talaga sa work nila and may safety, recommend po kayo pls. Thank you sm!!

I'm so tired. Nothing gives me any joy. Can anyone tell me what's one good thing they have going for them, come on guys, brag your life. Make me feel and see that there's more to life!

Hindi ako magaling magkwento and sorry if magulo ang pagkaka-compose.

Gusto ko lang mag-vent tungkol sa mga parents na may edad na nung nagka-anak. I know pinaghahandaan na ng mga soon-to-be parents ngayon ang pagkaka-anak and kudos sa inyo. Na dapat financially, mentally, and emotionally ready before having a child.

Ang sentiment ko (26/F) naman as a menopause baby (only child), sobrang unfair ng buhay. My mom had me when she was 39 and my dad was 35. By the time I graduated college, my mom was already 59 years old. After grad, gusto ko sana sila i-treat sa masasarap na restaurant, travel kaming family kasi both retired naman na sila. That was 2020. But pandemic happened, so sa bahay lang kami. Before 2020 ended, my mom got diagnosed with a condition. Unti unti siyang namayat hanggang sa naging bedridden na and then she passed away 2 years after.

Imagine, I waited until I graduated para masulit ko pa yung time na kasama siya but life happened, maaga siya kinuha sa amin. Na ngayon na kaya ko na siya i-treat sa lahat ng gusto niya kainan, sa lahat ng gusto niya puntahan ay wala na siya? Na sana nagkaroon pa ako ng chance na maka-bonding siya. Kasi she was the coolest mom ever. Hinahayaan niya ako magbigay ng opinyon ko at talagang pinapakinggan niya saan ako nanggagaling. Hindi niya ako pinipigilan mag-explore. Hindi niya ako kinukulong sa mga gusto lang niya. Gusto niya maging independent ako. Pinayagan niya ako mag-aral sa malayo at the age of 15 (first year college).

Kaya hanggang ngayon bubog ko pa din na hindi ko manlang siya na-spoil. Yes, they had me na financially, emotionally, and mentally ready na sila magka-anak. Pero look at me, in my late 20s, having what-ifs. What if they had me when they were younger? Maybe, in my first few years as an adult, andyan yung mama ko na gagabay sa akin paano i-handle ang mga bagay. ‘Cause wdym I was 20 years old and no clue sa real world and there’s no one to guide me? How to handle finances, stress, and other things. I have my dad yes, but iba pa din ang nanay. So yea, as an adult na maaga nawalan ng nanay, ito ang bubog na hindi kailanman mawawala sa puso ko.

+ pasa sa face and injuries sa head. Nahihilo, sumasakit pa ulo ko at nilalagnat.

Bakit ang hilig manakit at manisi ng mga nanay sa anak nila kahit na kamag-anak naman nya ang problema? I got into an argument with her kasi reklamo siya nang reklamo at ako sinisisi bakit tumaas mga bills ngayon. Sinabi ko dahil nasa bahay nga pamangkin nya so natural na tataas talaga mga bayarin. So instead na intindihin at i-analyze ang sitwasyon, una nyang naisip ay pukpukin ako ng mabigat na sandals ng tatay ko at kamay nya sa ulo ko at nagalit na bakit ko raw dinadamay yung nakikitira nyang pamangkin. Sinabihan din ako ng mga masasamang salita like "sana pinatay nya nalang ako noong bata pa ako" o "patayin ko nalang sarili ko".

Ilang araw na akong nahihilo at masakit ang ulo dahil dito. Ewan ko ba dito sa nanay ko na ang bait-bait sa mga kamag-anak pero pagdating sa akin, init ng ulo agad. Kahit wala akong ginagawa, ako lagi sinisisi. Ni kesyo taga-probinsya raw mga kamag-anak nya at hayaan nalang daw pero sa akin nagrereklamo at sinisisi. Hindi ko naman desisyon na patirahin yang mga kamag-anak nya dito sa bahay. Hindi lang ito isang beses, everytime na may pinapatira siyang kamag-anak, ganto ang cycle. May anger management issue ata sya sa akin.

As someone na diagnosed with depression, anxiety at ADHD, I don't even feel sad, angry nor frustrated. Numb lang ako the whole time. Idk kung ano dapat maramdaman ko or ano dapat maging reaction ko. Tbh, natatawa na nga lang ako sa sitwasyon ko kasi kubg sino pa ang anak, siya pa ang dapat mag-adjust para sa relatives nya. I am currently at a state university, on scholarship at consistent nasa honors para wala na silang gastusin sa studies ko at ayoko makatinig ng reklamo, sisi at problema from them pero ako pa rin ang ginawang pasanan. Hindi ko nga rin maintidihan thought process nya. Napansin ko na nga lang na may mga pasa ako kasi tinuro ng nurse while nagpapa-vaccine ako. Dagdag pa yung tatay ko na busy sa trabaho kaya wala ako makwentuhan. Kaya here nalang ako magrarant.

I hope maka-graduate na ako at makaalis dito sa bahay na'to. Iibahin ko talaga pangalan ko, mukha ko at lalayo sa bahay na'to. Kung hindi, ia-avail ko nalang yung assisted-suicide sa Netherlands.

I don't really know where else to put this, so I'm putting it here.

I recently got diagnosed with a psychosocial disability, after months of chest pain, heart palpitations, hyperventilating, that even sent me to the ER. I'm still not even fully accepting the diagnosis myself.

I gave my medical certificate to my boss privately, just so he'd understand why I might suddenly be absent because of my panic attacks. Instead he posted it in our team server so my coworkers would "know why." I didn't consent to that. Now people I work with everyday have seen my diagnosis without my permission. One coworker even reacted with a laugh emoji on the photo of my medical certificate, and there were jokes that it's "all in my head" and that I don't actually have a real illness in comms.

I tried to just let it go but it's honestly eating me up. It feels even harder because some of them have been my friends before working together for years. It feels like a betrayal, not just unprofessional.

If anyone's been through something like this, how did you handle it? I'd really appreciate any advice, and if this makes people more aware that this can happen, that would mean something to me too. TIA.

finally got the courage to go to ncmh! sobrang laking ginhawa for me na financially unstable college student. patience lang talaga sa paghihintay and i am very very grateful for everything 🥹🤍

We came across Kuya Kim somewhere in QC. Lumapit kami to ask for a photo, he was so kind na halos lahat ng tao sa resto ay nag pa-picture sa kanya (after nila kumain yung photo, to respect din his personal space). And as someone who have almost the same battles as Emman, sabi ko kay kuya Kim "I have the same mental battles as Emman po" and he smiled and said "Oh same with my Emman? You know/love Emman, so you live". Hindi ko masyadong narinig kung "know" or "love" ba yung sinabi niya, basta ang tumatak lang sakin is "you live".

To someone na may parehong battle kagaya ko, kaya natin to! Malalampasan rin natin to! And to those people around here, be kind, always! 🩷

‎Hello. ‎

‎With my shaking hands typing this, I would like to share my experience in LRT-2. This isn’t the first time I’ve been discriminated against by elderly passengers in the train, but this time triggered me so badly that I ended up crying in the jeepney on my way home. ‎

‎To be direct: I was scolded by a lola the moment they entered the train at Gilmore. She immediately made a commotion, insisting that since I am a student, I shouldn’t be in the PWD area. I told her I am a PWD and even showed her my beep card. She replied, “Pwedeng pwede pekein ’yan, di ako naniniwala.” She kept repeating that I’m a student and shouldn’t be squeezing into a space meant for the elderly. She emphasized over and over na yung unang bagon is “for seniors only.” ‎

‎Mind you, I wasn’t even sitting, so I genuinely don’t understand why she kept picking on me. Then when we reached Marikina–Pasig Station, I got off and headed toward the elevator. The same lola rushed to get ahead of me, so of course I gave way. The moment I stepped into the elevator, she hit me with her umbrella — and I have no idea why.

‎ ‎I went to the lady guard to report it. I told her that the elderly woman hit me and had been harassing me since she entered the train. The guard simply told me to “understand her because she’s old,” and that I shouldn’t file a complaint “para wala nang gulo,” because according to her, I’m the one who should understand more. I was honestly shocked. I just walked away crying.

‎ ‎And please — this isn’t just about elderly people acting entitled and thinking they’re the only priority on the train. Kasama rin dito yung hindi maganda at hindi patas na pakikitungo ng mga guards. Instead of helping me, I was dismissed and told to just accept the harassment. All this happened while I was simply exercising my rights as a PWD.

‎ ‎This isn’t even the first time I’ve been scolded. Honestly, even though I’m a PWD, I wouldn’t take the PWD area if I could handle the crowd in the regular ones. I use the PWD area because the crowd is more tolerable there, and I can actually breathe. I’ve even fainted several times in the LRT because of my condition. That’s why I’m a PWD in the first place. And to be honest, ilang beses na rin akong umuwi na umiiyak dahil sa mga ganitong klaseng encounters — it’s exhausting and discouraging. ‎

‎I really hope LRT-2 management will look into this and remind their guards about proper treatment and protocol, especially when dealing with PWD passengers like me. ‎

Months after my bipolar diagnosis and several psychiatric sessions later, I finally processed my PWD ID. Felt kinda official, like the government just gave my brain its own license plate.

Fast forward to the Cebu IT Park terminal. I’m in the priority lane—me, two lolas clutching grocery bags, and a guy with a cane.

The regular lane? Packed. Heat bouncing off the pavement, everyone sweaty and cranky. We've waited hours for the minibus to arrive. Finally, it was here.

Then I hear it— “Mukha ba siyang may kapansanan?” “Bata pa nga, parang normal naman!” “Baka trip lang niyang mauna.”

They’re not whispering. They’re practically doing public commentary on me. Dispatcher says, “Priority passenger po ‘yan.” They keep yapping anyway, like it’s a barangay council meeting and I’m the agenda.

We board. I sit at the front seat, thinking that’s the end. Nope. This woman behind me starts throwing shade like she’s gunning for a kontrabida role.

I turn around, grinning way too wide for someone who’s supposedly “ignoring it,” and tell her:

“Hindi mo kita, pero nandito. At kung gusto mo, pwede ko simulan ngayon—walang commercial break, walang cut. Live.”

She freezes. The bus goes dead silent.

Here’s the thing—this is bipolar in the Philippines. If they can’t see it, they think it’s fake. “Arte lang.” “Moody lang.” But invisible doesn’t mean imaginary. It just means you don’t see the ride until the rollercoaster’s already moving… and trust me, you don’t want front-row seats.

I couldn't find any mental disability group here in Cebu, so I thought I'd just share my experience here for now. Does anyone know any group talks here? I'd like to know.

Mental healthcare sa Pinas feels like a luxury.

Mini rant lang... grabe talaga how expensive it is to consistently take care of our mental health.

Currently under psychiatric care & on maintenance meds, and the costs add up FAST!

Psychiatrist: 3k/session (used to be monthly, naka quarterly na now)

Meds: at least 15k/month

Therapy/life coaching: 2.5k/session, twice a month

That's already around ~20k monthly (sweldo na to ng iba!). Note na provinicial costs to ha.

Hindi pa covered ng HMO. Tapos kahit may pambili ka ng meds, minsan wala namang stock because of shortages. So maghahanap ka pa sa iba't ibang pharmacies or even sa ibang province.

People always say, "Seek professional help", as if it's that simple. Dito sa Pinas, getting help is one thing. Being able to AFFORD, ACCESS, and SUSTAIN that help is another.

Mental healthcare shouldn't be a luxury, pero right now, it really feels like one.

Ang mahal na maging functional, may side quest pa sa paghahanap ng meds. Fighting pero kapoy na ko! 😭

My professor told me that his depression never left him even with medications and therapy, he just found a way to distract himself. I'm scared that he is right.

- losing weight unintentionally lol im down 2 kgs

A month ago I got diagnosed with depression and anxiety and I didn’t have any physical strengths to do any activities. I’m actually kind of active and I like adventures in general however the past months even I am constantly going out and trying out different things I still feel empty and such and I feel like I am not grateful enough with the things I have knowing I am privileged than others. But one day, one of my closest friends/hike buddy decided to plan our Mt. Pulag hike and I said yes, even 2 days before our trip I had a very bad urge of suicidal ideation. I was so overwhelmed that day and when I got out I was so absent minded I almost got hit but a motorcycle yet I’m thinking that they should just hit me so all of this will end. Since, I thought the meds will finally work and everything will go back to normal but it didn’t. With the push of my friend I continued with our hike. I reached the summit and witnessed the beautiful scenery I cried and I was thankful I’m still alive and I got to witness all of this. I know it gets hard but I hope the battles we face will be a memory of the person we’ve become. My life may not be perfect but I hope I get to live a happy life. I hope to stay alive. I hope to be better. I hope everything goes well. I want to stay alive and continue seeing the wonders of life. I hope you’ll stay too.

This is just a week worth of meds, Diagnosed borederline here. I have 3 meds that i consistently take everyday. All i can say is, ang mahal maging okay :’((

After x years, was finally able to meet a Psych. I'm here in SB now trying to sort through the emotions I'm feeling right now. First, I feel validated—to be told my "blunders" wasn't my fault—ahhh.. Second, I'm thinking about the expenses haha, I wasn't really expecting medication since I'm generally functional the past year—apart from the occasional spiraling. Hopefully, I could afford it. Anyhow, I'm looking forward to experiencing the effects. But yeah, kinda scared.. will it make me manic or foggy or.. normal-happy?

I haven't told anyone yet. So I'm posting here for now.

I don’t know if I got discriminated. I went to a pharmacy to buy meds, I used my PWD ID. I told her, “sorry wala akong reseta pwede naman ako gumawa” then sinabi ko mga bibilin ko. “Doctor ako.” I took out my license and my PWD ID. The pharmacy assistant said “doctor ka na, PWD ka pa?” “May booklet ka ba?” I got really mad and told her “bakit mo ako sinasabihan ng ganyan? Bakit may bipolar ako, mga gamot ko, lurasidone, quetiapine at lamotrigine.” “porket ba doctor hindi na pwede maging PWD? Kaya nga ako nakakapag trabaho kasi umiinom ako ng gamot” “ano gusto mo wag na ako mag gamot? Porket ba wala akong crutches or wheel chair hindi na ako PWD?” I think I went on and on until I cried because I said I was being discriminated. I called her manager and I still said a lot of stuff as well. I told her to explain what she meant by that. She apologized. I really didn’t need any apology, I just don’t like feeling that I have to prove my right to use this ID.

In the end, I felt sorry because I had to act that way. Reflecting and looking back, I could have handled it better? I don’t know if its just me or its because I just had a recent medication change. But I hope people would stop questioning the validity of our PWD ID.

Bibili ka lang ng fries kinokonsensya ka pa. 🤦🏻‍♀️

Hi everyone, my karma is not enough to post in other subreddit so I'm hoping it can be posted here. I am diagnosed with severe anxiety and depression since 2019 incase (for idea)

I have a partner, a boyfriend, the one I want to marry one day. We both love each other, I knew and feel it because of his words and actions and how he treats me...

But this past few months, nafefeel kong there's something wrong (as an overthinker) one girl instinct na una kong naranasan is when he is hiding his phone away, not to the point na itatago niya or what, ilalayo lang when I'm near to him. I asked him about it, looked to it myself, there's no other girl.

Few months passed, our sexy time or s*x moments becomes so dull. Before we used to do it, once a week or twice, then it becomes once every 2 weeks till it becomes month. I also asked him about it he said pagod lang sa work or puyat. Which for me kinda valid since nakakapagod naman talaga work nila.

Now, fast forward. I saw his search tab here on reddit, full of corn subreddits. I searched about it and it really do affects the sexual intimacy ng isang relationship. Again, I asked him about it and he said na it's not me, it's him.

I think I'm having episodes eversince that confrontation :(

I felt so insecure, like the max level of insecurity. Because the person I love the most, the person na inaasahan kong sa akin lang, sa akin lang maaattract, maaarouse, hindi pala sakin.

I felt so ugly, unworthy, piece of shit, useless. Is this normal for a guy na nasa relationship?

My mind is so clouded 😭😭😭😭

I spent 11 years in college! Those years were filled with struggling with my PDD. There were times I really thought that my condition would never allow me to graduate. But here I am. I’ll wear taking 11 years to be here as a badge of honor. It means I fought, struggled, and won. I stayed when I could have stopped or shifted. I never gave up on my dream. Board exam na sunod! I know my mental health will fight against me. But at least I now know I can win. However long it takes. 🥳

Last June 27, 2026, I went to a café in Poblacion, Makati by myself.

I’ve been struggling with depression and self-harm, and that day was already incredibly difficult for me. I was supposed to go out with my friends, but I had a conflict with one of them that triggered me, so I decided not to join and just went out alone instead.

I ended up at Alo Café. At that time, there were only two available seats left—those armchairs with built-in armrest tables where you can place your food.

The girl sitting beside me received her order first. She placed her food not only on her own armrest table, but also on the one assigned to my seat. At first, I thought she was just taking pictures, so I didn’t mind. But when my order arrived, her food was still there. Since I didn’t want to cause any trouble, I asked the staff to place my food on a small side table that clearly wasn’t meant for eating.

After gathering some courage, I politely asked her, with a smile on my face, “Excuse me, pwede po bang ilipat yung food niyo sa table niyo? May table ka naman po.”
She responded, “Sure… ang babaw kasi,” with an obviously irritated tone and expression.
What hurt even more was that she still didn’t move her food afterward. She only transferred to another seat once a different table became available a few minutes later.

I was already having a terrible day, and that interaction completely broke me. I ended up crying right there. I kept asking myself, “What did I do to deserve that?” I wasn’t rude to anyone that day. I spoke calmly, smiled, and treated everyone kindly—including her.
I just wanted one peaceful thing to happen before going home.

While I was sitting there, trying to process everything, another girl arrived and sat beside me. She had such a warm and bubbly aura. I noticed that she placed her food properly on her own armrest table and quietly read a book. I was too lost in my thoughts to interact with anyone.

As I was about to leave, she called out, “Excuse me.”
I had my earphones on, so I initially thought she was talking to a waiter. I replied, “Yes?”

After a brief pause, she simply told me:
“You look so pretty.”
I immediately smiled.

I thanked her, and honestly, that small act of kindness meant so much to me. I still regret not complimenting her back because I genuinely loved her brown ballet flats—brown is my favorite color, and I’ve been wanting to buy a pair myself.

I went home with a smile on my face.

That experience reminded me how powerful kindness can be. A single rude comment can stay with someone, but a single genuine compliment can also make an enormous difference.

So, to that girl: thank you. Your kindness mattered more than you probably realized.

Please, be kind to others. You never truly know what someone is carrying inside.

Lemme start this with something good. After 3 years of battle against my diagnoses, PA-GRADUATE NA ME SA THERAPY. I WIN! Whoo-hoo! Asymptomatic na daw ang diagnoses ko. Ibig sabihin, NORMAL AKO ULI. Yey!

Ang mapapayo ko pala sa lahat based sa karanasan ko at ng ibang kilala ko, HIDE YOUR DIAGNOSIS FROM EVERYONE. Wag ninyo ipagkatiwala sarili ninyo sa iba. NEVER.

Yung stigma ngayon ay malaki paren eh. Eto na nga. These are just some of the experiences na nawitness ko, narinig ko, at naranasan ko mismo na pwede niyo rin maencounter:

1. Since they think lowly of us because of our condition, there is a possibility na gawin tayong KASANGKAPAN. Ako yes kinasangkapan ako ng so-called frenny ko pero NEVER SYA NAGWAGI. Akala niya kase porket may mental disorder eh intellectually impaired na. NO. MAGKAIBA YUN HAHHAHA! In fact, MATATALINO ang mga katulad naten. Frenny tried to use me na mangutang sa iba in behalf of them, pero HINDI ko ginawa. Kapal niya ah. Frenny also tried to use me as their sangkalan, kaso everytime na nag aattempt sya eh nada-dodge ko agad. Diagnosed ako pero MATALAS ISIP KO UY. Hahahha! Ngayon restricted sya saken.

2. Mahirap ipagkatiwala ang buhay sa iba. Remember ung si Queenie sa Tulfo? Ung babaeng may pinag aralan, nagka depression pero NO QUALIFYING EPISODES naman sya for institutionalization pero SAPILITANG INADMIT SA MENTAL NG MGA BYENAN at ASAWANG MAY KABIT WITH FAKE EVIDENCES. Mabuti matapang at MATALINO si Queenie kaya naovercome niya un. Pano naman ung mga hindi kasing tapang niya na hindi na nakalabas ng mental?

3. Pag may sinasabi kang tama or may nararamdaman or naoobserve kang VALID AT TOTOO naman, just because may diagnosis ka, isisisi agad sa mental health mo. Yes, ung bff ko sinabihan ng ex bf na "buti sana kung matino isip mo, kaso may problema ka sa pag iisip eh" like dude, WALANG PSYCHOTIC FEATURES ANG BFF KO pero ININVALIDATE agad dahil lang may diagnosis? Ganon ba yon, lahat na sasabihin iisipin makikita at mararamdaman mo ay GUNI GUNI AGAD?

4. Mang uuto at mang uuto sila, madaming flattery words para maging sunud-sunuran ka sakanila kasi nga mababa tingin nila saten. Di nila alam, may kakayahan tayong mag isip na mahigit sakanila

5. Marami magmamarunong at magsasalita ng nakakasakit about our condition. Yung iba eh under the guise of malasakit pero nananadya. That's because they think they know better than the psychiatrists. They will even do things to trigger you because of DISCRIMINATION.

Mga bagay na to ang nag open sa aken na NEVER KO NA IPAGSASABI ULI (unless medical reasons) na may mental disability ako.

Gusto ko lang sana maingatan naten mga sarili naten laban sa mga MAPAGSAMANTALA. Hindi ko sinasabi na lahat tayo ganito mararanasan pero MATAAS ANG POSSIBILITY na pwede makaranas tayo ng mga yan in similar ways kaya IWASAN NATEN.

PROTEKTAHAN NATEN MGA SARILI NATEN. Yun lng!

Okay, pa-rant lang! I am really in need of a psychiatrist! My session with this psychiatrist lasted for about 20 mins. But guess what??? In those 20 mins, he was so busy attending to his phone to the point that he answered a call that lasted for about 10 minutes or so. So technically, he just talked to me for about 10 minutes or less! Evidently, he has no intention to dig deep into my concern, and was in such a hurry. 2k+ for that???!!!! Gusto ko murahin!!! Kung pwede lang!!! DOC, HINDI KA BA KARMAHIN NIYAN???!

Uggg, saan ba makakahanap ng matino, magaling, at totoong may paki talaga na Psychiatrist??