Still kindof wonked out about the whole Heath Ledger thing. I'll hear somebody say something or be flipping through my movies and see A Knight's Tale or go to a website and see something like
this (warning: guaranteed to raise your blood pressure. I've personally subtitled that article, "Fred Phelps Successfully Changes Status from 'Human Being, Sortof' to 'Ambulatory Piece of Shit'") and do a mental double-take.
Also, I've heard way too many people once again making annoying remarks in reference to the possibility of suicide, and how selfish it is, etc. Combined with more "prescription drugs OMG intentional overdose drug addict!" stuff . . . yeah. I want to shake them.
Where I'm coming from: I've had depressive fits off and on ever since I was on birth control pills a few years ago, and after a rather dumb stint of "I can handle this on my own! Really!" I started taking Lexapro to help deal with postpartum depression. Having been in the lovely stage of depression where hurting yourself seems like a great idea: suicide coming from that point is not 'selfish'. When your mental state gets that bad, you honestly believe that the people who love you would be better off if you were dead. Not a fun place to be. Getting help shouldn't have such a stigma attached to it.
Anyway. This has been your daily ramble. Still getting my head together. And still writing, which was a major part of what kept me sane before I got on the meds. ;-) And that's about it for now.
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