My mom has suffered from depression for many years. The addition of medication only did more wrong for her life than good. You see, with the addition of medicine to any problem means the addition of some sotr of financial increase. Whether it is the insurance co-pay, or the full out payment for the prescription, a financail burden can be caused. At the point in my mother's life she went through a complete drop out. My dad left her with nothing, and without the medicines she became suicidal. I witnessed my mother digging through the cabinet for any pill to end things. I had to sit through my mother's raves of suicide, and i was the one who had to eventaully throw the pills out the window, and call 911. It was a low point in her life, with teh death of her father, and the divorce, the medicine was what made her live through it all, and after that was taken away, her body went nuts. I sat with my mom as she coped with these things on medicines, and i sat with her as she dealt with these things without the medicine. She had me to turn to, and that's what anyone with depression should have. No dose of medicine will ever compare to having a person to sit and listen.
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Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like? Brett: What? Jules: [pointing his gun] Say 'what' again. SAY 'WHAT' AGAIN! I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker! Say 'what' one more goddamn time! Brett: He's b-b-black... Jules: Go on. Brett: He's bald... Jules: Does he look like a bitch? Brett: What? [Jules shoots Brett in shoulder] Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH? Brett: NO! Jules: Then why you trying to fuck him like a bitch, Brett? Brett: I didn't! Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.
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