So I went to see the shrink today. He wants me to take 60mg of Remerin a day. I flatly refused. Mainly b/c I had a brain aneurym back in '91 (I am okay I don't do any weid stuff or have brain failure) and I kind of don't like have my brain messed around by chemicals. He says he can't help me then. I said "fine" and walked out of his office. Is that all shrinks do, dispense pills? We never even talked. I feel more depressed now. What ever happened to inkblots, laying on a couch and spilling your guts? It was a total waste of time and I an angry about it as well.