I remember a few years ago when I fell into a deep depression. I was assigned a psychologist to get to the root of my problem. It did work tremendously well. My psychologist could have not bee more opposite to my personality though. She spoke in a very cool tone, her words came out slow and monotone. I didn't think she was human for the longest time. Then there was the snug black leather jacket she wore, the one that would creak each time she shifted places. It drove me to the point where I wanted to pull it off her back. Even after years of not seeing her when I do think of her I can hear her jacket creaking.

But I'm not slamming psychologists one bit, we all have our quirks about us and these were hers. I'm sure if she would have looked closer at my fingers she would have seen that I had chewn the skin and my thumbnails into oblivion. Or how I almost had an anxiety attack when I told her that I had dumped my boyfriend and she turned to me and said "You don't need me anymore." That's like telling an alcoholic "you don't need alcohol anymore." It's what kept us going for years and for someone to step in and try to take control for us....it doesn't work. It's something you have to want to do for yourself. Like when I quit my anti-depressants, it was my choice and I did it only when I felt ready. I was asked different times if I wanted to try quitting and I always said no. It sent a crippling fear in me at the time. But one day I finally had the courage to quit and I've never taken one since. I do believe they are there to help you in your time of need to get your life back and some people choose to stay on them and others eventually choose to get off them. You will know when the time is right.