What someone else said....

Me and Frank went to the flea market this morning. There's a really nice lady there who does airbrushing and we always talk to her. So, we stopped and wound up talking to her for about 20 minutes. Somehow, after me telling her about one of my grandmothers' friends who was murdered and they said the boy was on drugs at the time he did it, the conversation turned to people being over-medicated and having antidepressants and things pushed on them by a greedy pharmaceutical companies, etc. She told about some grandfather who went on antidepressants and killed his whole family. I'm already an anxious person as it is and after this conversation I began to wonder if I should keep taking them meds I'm on. I began to wonder if I'm the same person on meds that I would be off of them? Can I ever get off of the meds? Is it dangerous for me to be on meds? All these thoughts started going through my head. It was very uncomfortable standing there through that whole 20 minute conversation. I finally spoke up and told her that I was on antidepressants and that my depression had started when I was 12 and that I think some people, not all, really need the meds. She seemed understanding after that. It just got me thinking. It also got me worried.