"Do not cut your bodies for the dead or put tattoo marks on yourselves. I am the LORD."
Well, shit. I'm screwed.
- Current Mood: annoyed
OK. I never thought I would come to defend being on anti-depressants, but I fucking draw the line at Tom Cruise.
As if this whole thing with Katie Holmes isn't annoying enough, him being every tv show and saying the same thing over and over again, "Blah blah blah, I love her, she's so talented, we are so in love," whatever. I can ignore that bullshit pretty easily.
But then I find out he's a scientologist. Ok, whatever, to each to his own.
Then, he has an interview with Matt Lauer from the Today show. He lashes out at the previous guest, Brooke Shields, who was on there to talk about her horrible Post-Partum Depression. He says she doesn't understand psycology or psychiatry, and that's there's no such thing as chemical imbalances?! I mean, WHAT THE FUCK?! How does he think his own nerves and brain work, hmm? CHEMICAL FUCKING SIGNALS. That's right. Who doesn't understand now, Tom?
She's not going on there to promote drugs, she's going on there to promote people getting help rather than living like that; or worse still, killing themselves [or, in her case, their child].
Now. Ever since I went on medication, I've regained my interest in soccer. I want to be in the Drama Club next year. I want to be on the Academic Team. All things that I never wanted to do pre-medication. Just a while ago, I felt more like myself. Yes, I still get upset with my mother, but, hopefully, I'm getting better at dealing with it. I've never really been suicidal besides a few unwanted thoughts, but they're gone now. I owe a part of myself to my medication.
- Current Mood: irate
- Current Music:soco amaretto lime, brand new