There was a time when love was supposed to fix everything. Love would save you, ground you, give you purpose, tuck you in at night. Then the world sped up, the rent went up, the news got louder, and your brain chemistry politely declined the fantasy.

This shirt tells the truth out loud. "Addicted to Love" gets crossed out and replaced with "Drugs" because that is what the era demanded. SSRIs. Anxiety meds. Antidepressants. Mood stabilizers. Recreational experiments. Coffee that counts as a personality. Whatever keeps the lights on upstairs. This is not glorification. It is recognition.

Strange Gang x EGOPROOF made this for people who learned to manage instead of magically heal. For the ones who track their moods, negotiate with their thoughts, and still show up to work pretending everything is fine. For the people who love deeply but also know that love alone does not rebalance neurotransmitters or pay medical bills. Sometimes support looks like a prescription refill and a sense of humor sharp enough to survive it.

This shirt lives in the gray area. It laughs because crying takes too much energy. It acknowledges that coping is not pretty, clean, or inspirational. It is practical. It is chemical. It is whatever gets you through another week without losing your grip. If you have ever googled side effects at 3 a.m. or felt relief instead of shame when something finally worked, this one is speaking directly to you.

Wear it as a quiet flag to others who get it. The ones who will not ask invasive questions. The ones who understand that mental health is not a vibe but a maintenance schedule. This is not about giving up on love. It is about admitting that sometimes love needs backup. And sometimes backup comes in a bottle, a baggie, a pharmacy line, or a joke printed across your chest.