I have been taking antidepressants since I voiced my preference for death. I have zero faith in their ability to do anything, but the docs recommended them, so whatever. I spoke to a shrink because the docs recommended it, so whatever. I let them adjust my happy pill dosage whenever they want, not because I think they will work, but because I literally don't give a shit about taking a couple extra pills every day.
Yup. Once my elderly mother dies, I'll feel free to do whatever I want.