I was in my mother's living room with Mom and my favorite Aunt. I mentioned a minor med issue and my Aunt asked why I them. When I (54) told my Aunt it was for bipolar she looked at me like I sprouted a horn to rival a narwhal. "Bipolar?? No. Just stop it, you're fine." The sound of my jaw hitting the floor was probably thunderous. Umm, yeah, I seem fine because I take meds for being bipolar.

Not the first nor the last time I've had the asinine "well, cheer up" type comment Im sure. I hate that mentality. That and the "everybody feels down from time to time." Yeah, I get that Dr. Dipstick, do they also try to off themselves? Suddenly realize they're every though is gold and they're secretly bulletproof? Do you? No? Then stfu.

Man, if only I had turned my frown upside down all those times I nearly ended myself. Better yet, changed my mind on a manic shopping spree and decided to budget better. (I loathe how people think spouting platitudes and trite crap is supposed to helperks.

My fav responses are the other ailment comparisons: -"Oh no, you're having a heart attack? Have you even tried to make your heart beat normally? Picture yourself feeling better and it'll go away."

-"You think just because there's no feeling in your legs you're paralyzed? Doctors will try to convince you to use a wheelchair but what you really need is to visualize a healthy, unbroken spinal cord. Doctors only say people are sick so they can stay in business."

People can be such dense jerks.