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Support Your Local Po' Whet (Hick) Bummer, i.e. me

Freedom from onset of pervasive gloom 
(attendant with profusely perspiring palms, 
hut tree men duh us aggravation), would be 
a dog send to this melon collie bow wow 
wing Homo sapien aging baby boomer. 

I already attend weekly counseling (no 
weeknd) in tandem with experiencing 
alleviation linkedin to severe anxiety, 
depression, obsessive compulsive disorder.

Courtesy of father's litte helpers (Buspirone 
Hydrochloride Tablets 15 mg twice daily, 
Clonazepam 0.5mg tablet once daily, 
Clomipramine 50 mg once daily, Fluoxetine 

HCL 20 mg once daily, and Fluoxetine HCL 
40 mg twice daily), prescription medications 
considerably diminish disabling severity to 
function, which afflicted yours truly soon 
after being borne circa January thirteenth mcmlix.

Beset with psychological distress manifested 
by physiological symptoms nsync with Inxs 
adrenaline triggering heart palpitations, irritable 
bowel syndrome, nausea, and vertigo said 
unrelenting panic attacks considerably less 

immobilizing prior to readily assenting to rely 
on synthesized biochemical pharmacologically 
manufactured as the next best option verses, 
(no gallows humor pun intended) "magic bullet" 
triggered by presed firearm.

Despite medicare coverage to acquire manufactured 
selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors, as a benefit 
long since being deemed eligible to receive social 
security disability, every now and again mine 
mental health state pitched into abysmal despair, 
an emotional nadir fraught with greater predilection 
to inflict permanent self-harm possibly...premature demise.

Ah...without cloud crowdsourcing doubt, this mortal 
man would hanker to plead within his genuine schizoid 
personality disordered body to become free and clear 
of life figuratively weighed down with bajillion pound 
millstone gravely dark shadows synonymous with edge 

of night prevalent with outer limits of twilight zone. 
While awaiting (with increasing anticipation), which 
salvation I can never ketchup with will find me 
steadfastly, (albeit grudgingly) popping pills. 

Plus, this holistic hombre resorts to transcendental 
medication and physical exercise incorporating two 
(one for each hand) dumbbells.

Meantime...an effort to seek succor availed sought out 
by The Wizard of Ozzy Osbourne (waiver place he lives). 
Hmmm most certain, he would be most accessible 
upon a Black Sabbath. 

If not him...this schlepper will trod along the boulevard 
of broken dreams, yes - most definitely on a greenday. 

Ever the cautious optimist, aye hopefully stumble across 
an antiquated lantern pleasantly surprised when (after 
carefully dusting off accumulated detritus), a garden 
variety genii unexpectedly appears. 

She/he, (perhaps after transgender reassignment 
originally a him/her), would bewitch and spellbind 
me after asking "wiccan I do for you," and deliver 
immediate coveted ampoule, essentially a placebo. 

Peace at last, plus long and fostered relief from 
agonizing mental torture.
     
Without doubt, a greater probable chance more 
favorable for this luckless male to win lottery (even 
just a paltry million dollars), despite steep odds, 
as opposed feeling akin to Atlas bearing weight 
of world wide web! 

Please feel free to toss pennies, nickels, dimes...
into virtual Fountain Head.
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