What's funny is, OCD actually made me quite successful as a butcher. I spent the bulk of my career in management positions. The downside is, everyone thinks I'm anal and demanding. I get results though, God damn it!
Butchers come in two types. You're either a little OCD or quite the opposite. The ones that don't have a little OCD in their programming are a flippin mess.
...Disgusting creatures that shouldn't be touching food!
My Depression was "anxiety based." Woulda thought the cannabis woulda helped with that.
But not so much...
It took a while to get myself to a point where I could release without becoming a mess. I think the worst part was the insomnia, especially while I was in school.
After I had gotten off the Paxil, my doctor (a different one) prescribed me Lorazepam (a benzo) and Flexoril. I didn't mind the benzo but hated the Flexoril (made me feel completely drugged for a day-and-a-half). Only took them when needed, usually when my stress started manifesting as severe muscle cramping in my head, neck and shoulders.
I found the combination of 1/4 flex with 1 lorazepam and a couple motrin made me sleep like a baby with a tit in my mouth and wake up completely refreshed.
I got myself off those too, but admittedly, sometimes a miss the benzo.
Sort of a get out of jail free card for stress and giving a fcuk. I gave to many of those to be healthy. I've learned to be more judicious with those.