Are they doing a dark chocolate variety?

Not that I've seen, just the milk and the white. And M&M Minis, which apparently change color. (I eat them too quickly to actually see it. Not to mention they're called minis for a reason.)

Sane people want to live and have survival instincts.

Sane people who live in constant, mind-numbing pain and want that pain to stop aren't crazy. That is sanity. Fortunately, there's ways to stop that pain now that mean you don't have to die to make it stop.

Depressed people do want to live, and fight being depressed until exhaustion makes it impossible to keep from drowning.

I resent being called crazy for wanting the pain to stop.

Thanks all again. I have (very stupidly) not gone to the doctor, but I have plenty of health professionals to look at me tomorrow. My scratches and bites have definately gotten a lot better, as last night I couldn't really put any weight on my foot, and today I am pretty much walking along great.

I am still very sad.

And what about when reality itself? Kind of crazy. Mine is, a lot. But yet, sanity demands you accept the established version, right? I've decided I'm too healthy to be quite that sane. Oh, Sophia, that really is a horrible story. We had a cat that got like that...she was probably dying.

This is awesome: Vintage Octopus Pulp Covers

Also, although I have chronic depression, the most suicidal I have ever gotten is hoping I would have a car accident. My depression manifests itself in sever hypochondria, which is why I have so much trouble deciding if something is worthy of a doctor's visit!

My depression manifests itself in severe hypochondria, which is why I have so much trouble deciding if something is worthy of a doctor's visit!

One clue is a lot of blood. Another is having all your invisible friends tell you to go to the doctor.

Last year I started Lexapro to fight the crippling anxiety. I don't know if it was placebo effect or luck, but it made an immediate difference. However--and without medical consultation--I decided that I didn't want to trust my coping mechanisms to chemicals and tapered myself off the Lexapro. No side effects that I've noticed, and the anxiety doesn't come on nearly as strong any more. Maybe my brain chemistry needed a little "this is how it's supposed to function, remember?" time.

God bless the folks for whom the drugs make the difference. For me, at this point in my life, I'd rather see the monsters coming in all their horror and fight on through. At least I know I've got an extra shield in the arsenal if need be.

After four months at sea, ghost ship with 11 petrified corpses washes up in Barbados

This:

I'm not bipolar, I'm just perimenopausal

One clue is a lot of blood. Another is having all your invisible friends tell you to go to the doctor...

Made me laugh way more than they should have.