

I haven’t had them in a while to be fair, and it was mostly a sideffect of stress elsewhere, like high school. I did however remember middle school, where after a near-death experience I coped for a while by bothering classmates with similiarly overly dramatic sentences like “You don’t know death as I do”, even if they weren’t nearly as well thought out. It may have ended up well, especially if all the philosophizing taught me to cope after that (we’ll see), but clearly meeting a psychiatrist would’ve been safer.

My snarky recommendation of a psychologist was rude itself, so it’s fair. Though meeting those is way easier than a good psychiatrist from my and especially friends’ experiences. I personally seem stable, thank you.