I'm angry.

But I'm not.

I am, and I'm not.

A few years ago, I decided that anger got me places, but the wrong places, places I didn't like being. Anger got me to be someone who I am really not, and who I choose not to be anymore.

But today, I'm angry (but I'm not).

I have a friend; lets call him 'John'. He has some problems (like millions of others) that can be helped with counselling - either official or merely through effective support of his friends and/or family. He went to a doctor to try and get some help, to be prescribed anti-depressants.

This is where my anger lies. I'm angry because society has let 'John' down. I'm angry because my friend is open with wanting some help (demonstrated by visiting the Doctor), yet after reaching out for help, his fingers were bitten only to be shoved away with some magic beans that can apparently heal all. I'm angry because so many GP's either want a quick fix, can't be bothered or truly believe that tablets are the cure. I'm angry because they can't be bothered, don't want to or, in some cases to be fair, are not trained to look at other forms of therapy, such as effective counselling (not psychoanalysis, no Freud here please).

My friend has taken the courageous and logical approach to not allow himself to get addicted on them. I'm angry because some of the higher-level neuroleptics, such as Haldol, Xanax, Valium, Lithium, Prozac and Ritalin are prescribed to people of all ages and backgrounds. In fact, in 2006, Ritalin prescriptions alone had risen to over 400,000, for the UNDER 18's.

I'm angry that I feel like a society of one, trying to combat the multi-billion, multi-national, multi-faced organisations with views on how to treat people, yet call it "modern science" and call their products "wonder drugs". I'm angry because my friend needs help, not some chemically zombifying rubbish.

I HAVE done research in this field, so for those reading who are pro-drug, I understand that my view is not the only one, and I may be "wrong"! If I have sufficient logically debate that has me changing my mind, I have no ego to bruise in accepting a different view than the one I currently hold. Until then, I am of the medical and psychological view (I'm not going to even get into the debate of the medical model of psychology right now!) that anti-depressants are bad, and can sometimes cause more issues than they resolve (just Google or you tube "Anti-depressant survivors" or words to that effect, and listen to those who have been on drugs and found it a big fight to get off them).

So yes, I'm angry because my friend is in need of help, and no one will give it to him.

If you have appreciated or agreed with anything I've written, or are nodding your head at anything I've written, I'd have to ask - Ok, are you going to help him then, please?

Perhaps not...you can't help directly, but you can help by standing up if you believe what I do, and trying to fight the companies whose only interest is in making $ and is mutually exclusive to the will to help those in need.

So I'm angry.

Very angry.

But I'm not, because I'm very happy and very positive. Angry at society, but not angry as in emotions.

If that doesn't make sense, then talk to me, I'll explain it somehow :)

Much love,
Lee x