Can I have an a-log moment? I'll keep it short and not too loggy....probably.
Its hysterical, histrionic performances like this nonsense that scare the truly mentally ill away from getting help. Someone with real clinical depression - not the situational from a pointless life pointlessly lived, as these idiots personify - already thinks they are making a fuss. They are often terrified of being seen as one of those shrieky, dramatic people who have a tantrum over nothing.
The ONLY one in that house who has ever shown signs of anxiety - REAL signs, not put-on "what-I-think--anxiety-looks-like" is Ricky. And they all just ignored him, so determined were they to shove their respective oars in. This isn't a panic attack. It's not anxiety. Her "depresshuns" can't be alleviated by any pill because they are a manifestation of her life. Pathological anxiety isn't logical, it doesn't follow a cause/reaction pattern, its not something you can control dependent on your time alone in the car. This is a self-absorbed, self-aggrandizing baby having a tantrum for attention.
Fat. Fucking. Pseud.
Soz, end of a-log and back to laughing at twats.