to get back on the meds. Went off them last winter and each month I sink deeper into depression. It's not the meds that bother me, it's the third degree from my doctor. She always ask "Do you think about hurting yourself?" and of course I say no. I just hate the feeling that I have to prove I really need the meds. But most of all I hate the feeling of being just another number on the appointment book. Am I the only one that feels this way?
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