Depression, anyone?

I forgot to refill my anti-depressant meds two weeks ago. So much to do etc, etc, I'm sure you all know what it's like. I'll do it tomorrow... Anyway, the point is I made a fascinating discovery. I'm not depressed -- I'm FUCKING FURIOUS. I, and I suspect millions and millions of women in their fifties worldwide are prescribed meds and told they are depressed when in fact they are FUCKING FURIOUS -- and they have every right to be. But since telling these women that they are FUCKING FURIOUS is going to spark off a worldwide socio-economic-political crisis without precedent in modern history they tell us we are DEPRESSED. When you are DEPRESSED it's all about YOU. There's something wrong with the way you are seeing/adapting/handling life. It's all your fault, really. The world is perfect, and you are the miserable cloud raining on their parade. When you're FUCKING FURIOUS you KNOW it's not your fucking fault, and you are ready, willing, and able to point fingers, quote statistics and get on with making sure things change for the fucking better. So don't drink the cool-aid, girls, have a Margarita, and get FUCKING FURIOUS! MC