O.K., so you wanna continue this? WWWWWHHHHHYYYYYY, Mommy make her stop!
It's cool that you and Doc aren't agreeing on this. That's fine and I don't have a problem with it. However, when you began to question me as to basically why I would have responded and chose to discuss how folks may/may not interpret this, then it became an issue between you and me.
I have no NEED/DESIRE/WANT/WISH to misinterpret anything anyone has to say. In fact, I'm quite the opposite. I have actually learned in my life, to listen to both sides of the argument before making a single sound. It's like being a fart in the wind. Because once you let go, you cannot get it back.
O.K. if she is making comments to and with you, then that's an issue between, as they say in the country, ya'll. But when it's brought forth, hey, it's out in the open for EVERYONE to see.
Actually I don't get my kicks from punching anyone out. I'm just a very outspoken person and I'm not gonna sit around, let someone shit on me and tell me it's only a cotton ball they've thrown.
As far as extending the olive branch, prey tell, mon petit, when did you extend it my way? THAT seems to be a two way street. But it would appear that when you saw my branch, twig, trunk, hell, you just yanked and didn't expect for me to holler back. Life doesn't work that way ever.
Are you sure, Rocky, that you can stand round five?

Your basis for disagreeing is unclear, more than that, you claimed that you have "told" me something before. You know that I don't subscribe to the same things that you subscribe to so we will continue to go around in circles with certain matters.

Correct but you were supposed to be done so why are you back here?

Actually, Doc, you and I agree.
Most people type what they are saying. They say what they type. All forms of the tone are construed from what they type/say.
People have a chance to correct their posts before they ever hit the submit relpy button.

I can understand the morbid sense of curiosity. I really can. I'm the same person that laughs like a fool falling on ice at British Comedies.

However, as far as the combat skills, those have been honed for years. It really doesn't become personal until it becomes personal.

You're mental conditions are yours and mine are mine. We each know what we may/may not have.

Just by my interaction in responding to your post civilly is an extension of an olive branch...

I admire your passion to stand your ground... But you chose to fail to give me chance without even trying to see who I am or what I am about. That is judgment on your behalf...

What I did wrong is reaching out to you in support to the harmonious continuity of GC. But no one gives a Fuck about that anymore.

So much for ethics.

Dr. G-

I've been told that I have a British comedy sense of humor most of the time. Very dry and sarcastic. I crack myself up, which means that people who don't understand my weird sense of humor often dislike me. :)

Oh goodness gracious. There's so much Twilight Zone stuff going on.

Would anyone mind taking off the extraness gloves to get back to the discussion about depression? Or is this thread just shot to hell?

So, for the people who are depressed or have been did any of you consider not taking any meds? Did you not take them and then later decide to take them? I've never been depressed so I don't know as much about the feeling and the need for or dislike of meds.

Damn, DAmn, DAMN!
Olive branch, Olive branch!
If that was your version of an olive branch, hell I thought it had the flames of a rocket going straight through hell attached to it!
I am a civil person on a day to day basis. When I meet people, I don't have an objective to them from day one. I am usually a very objective person. But shit, when someone is throwing a garbage bag of used pads at me, whatcha think I (as they say in Texas) finna do? Just stand there and let you throw them at me?
Hell naw!
Hell, what choice were you giving me? Huh? Just what fucking choice were you giving ME? You were throwing flaming darts at my fucking head and told me to spray the can of hairspray while you threw.
You gotta be fucking kidding me! Plain and simple, fucking kidding! Unless you happen to think that you're the only one with ED-JA-MA-CATION!

Hell, let's be truthful Monet, we both have it and we are BOTH willing to stand our grounds and stay TRUE to our CONVICTIONS! Damn the consequences from others, family, friends, co-workers, bosses, etc. We both BELIEVE what we BELIEVE!

Yes, I'd like to be very harmonious, in congruity, and in peace with you, but I nor YOU are about to stand there and let someone SMACK us in the face and not Jump up and get ready to beat the shit outta someone!

It's like this, years ago, I was helping a girl get dinner ready at the group home were I worked. She continued to call me bitch this, and bitch that. I was 21 at the time, freshly graduated from college. Cool, fine, up to a point. I'm only gonna be called bitch so many times before you look up and find yourself on the floor. Homechick decided to get colorful and fancy and call me a "N-----a bitch." That's when the fireworks started! If it hadn't been for a co-worker stopping me, homechicks head was about to be busted upside a stove.
The point of this story is that when someone pushes, and pushes, and pushes, eventually the pusher is gonna knock the flamin fucking fire outta the pushee.

We all make choices. This is mine choice. It is much harder to hate you than others. Don't know why?

You said subscribe? Where was the sign up sheet? When did I actively CHOOSE, "okay, I will wholeheartedly disagree with everything DrPhil says, forever"--but that is EXACTLY what you have done to me and I really do not know why? I have NEVER said anything to you that would hurt you. Why would I?

But suddenly, one day, you hated me for typing? And I don't understand why?

On the other end of your terminal, through electronic exchanges, we are 2 Black women, speaking thoughts on the internet... And while it is unreasonable to think that we have to agree on everything, that still does not constitute fugly attitudinal comments about EVERY SINGLE POST I MAKE ACROSS THE WEB 2.0? Why? I am human, too!!!

And this is not about me trying to be your friend, etc. This is about how each of us can treat others as human beings with civility, respect, care and concern and possibly human love...

I seem to understand that humor very greatly. Maybe it's my mental health issues emerging loud and clear at that time.:p

Hopefully this thread isn't shot to hell--it's just off on it's own tanget for a minute.:D

I didn't consider taking any meds at the time because I was taking care of two cousins (4 and 13) and was trying to help my Mom run the farm as well as take care of my in/out (drugs) cousin (who was the mother of the 4 year old). I just didn't have the time to go back and forth to the doctor.
After the kids left, I was without a job and I didn't have the insurance that I needed to get help. That is one problem where I live. It's a very small town and there is no MHMR center close. I think the nearest one is is Waco and that's 50 miles away. With no job, I didn't have any gas, and I was just trying to make sure that I could keep my lights on, water on, and make sure that if I had a job interview, I could scrape up enough money to get back and forth.
For me, I know that I had stopped going to church and that I know had a negative influence on me and my life at that time. But one day God's presence became the best medicine for me and I was able to keep going.

No one is trying to push you. Certainly the least of me. Sorry you feel that way.

How can we move forward from this situation?

Actually I don't feel that you pushed me. You just found yourself pushed into a corner and didn't know how to get out of it.
As has been said about me, I'm a fool from the ole school.
That's up to you darlin'

Sorry sweetheart, I use to be able to flip the script to all seriousness, but I cannot let a bad thread down... LOL... ;)

To answer you question though: I take meds. I have to take them to live from day to day. I can decide not to take them and within 2 weeks or less, I will be spending money like I have some, painting my house a crazy color and every other word a 4 letter one... Then I will drop faster than a roller coaster and want to hurt myself because I cannot understand what happened to me and why I am the worst person the world...

I thought I grow out of it, but now I have hit perimenopause, and it has gotten worse... Don't think it will ever get better. When I am up, the back of my head lights up, but I cannot see the light head on... When I am low, I cry, sleep and eat.

There are quite a few of us on GC. They have the choice to come forward. But for their protection, I am not recommending it.