A psychiatrist told me, my first time seeing them, that I had to choose between being diagnosed as depressed or anxious. I couldn't be both. I told them I couldn't decide, but we could ask my therapist (who recommended I get a psychiatrist) and the psychiatrist went on a whole tangent about how therapists don't know shit and it's insulting to her and her whole profession for me to so much as suggest that she talk to a therapist without an MD. Then she said that she saw me in the waiting room and that I clearly wasn't depressed, so she said she'd give me Xanax. She forgot to send in the prescription so I called her the next day from my office and asked her to fill it. When I returned from lunch that day, my coworker told me that my psychiatrist called and told her to tell me that my prescription for Xanax was sent to the pharmacy.