Never was on “meds” USS A.
I tried to get you he'p, but you refused my Priest, shrink and solace. When Rick Perry imploded in '12, the brain damage began, but you kept it fairly well hidden.
When Scott Walker cried and died, it was too much for you and you went into a manic depressive state with Trump as your object. You then picked up the mantle of my guy, Cruz and have gone totally off the rails.
You should actually drink heavily, smoke pot and snort coke because it would improve your daily existence {such that it is}.
I'll pray for you, but since I'm such a nasty bastard, they may not be listened to by God. Sorry I can't he'p you any more than that.