I am sick to fucking death of my parents going on and on and on about Brexit and how it’s gonna make my medication really difficult to get, so I should be stockpiling it now because I’m not gonna be able to get it. But. I. Can’t. Because. It’s. A Serious. Psych. Med. That. They. Won’t. Give. Me. A Big. Stock. Of! They don’t seem to fucking understand why, or even care about how much anxiety this is bloody causing me because of the thought I’m suddenly not gonna get the meds that I need to stay even a little stable. And they keep commenting that if I come off them suddenly I’m going to be physically ill - and like, yeah, I would be - but I’m more fucking concerned that if I crash off them I’ll fucking kill myself cause I can’t cope with the mania/depression cycle.