I have anxiety, depression and PSTD but I still mask up!
I took anti-depressives for awhile, but decided to stop taking them. I have a prescription for anti-anxiety that I got when I had to have eye treatments, but I don't take them unless I am heading for the eye doctor.
I was pretty low when I was a teen, and I remain one of those people who look forward to passing on. My husband died in 2017, and his loss added to my negative outlook. My doctor knows my state of mind, and she knows I am safe living without meds, but I know I could ask and get something if I wanted it.
However, I find reasons to stay here. Most of the reasons are not for my benefit. My kids want me here and they miss their dad. I am the only surviving grandparent to my grandkids, and thaty aren't even into their teen years. I made a short-term goal of voting this year. I made a long-term goal to watch the grandkids graduate from high school.
But I am writing today about the death by Covid-19 attitude so many people are taking. If they don't want to live, fine. But by not wearing masks, they are endangering all of the people they come in contact with. That is like murder/suicide and I don't understand how so many people can be so cruel. It isn't just murder/suicide of their own family and friends, it is society wide. They don't seem to care if they infect Granny or the clerk at the 7/11. I wish the government really could put something in the water.
I feel like the anti-maskers must hate living and I guess I can hold myself up to their bad example and see that I'm holding my own. I hope others can keep going in their own lives.
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...in any sort of flattering context. In books, plays, movies, if a sour, cranky female character is needed, she is often named Martha.
One of the worst examples I ever saw of this was an ad on the back page of a medical journal. I was in nursing school at the time - 1973. The ad featured a very wizened, sour-faced little old lady, scowling ferociously, and sitting on a high 4-legged wooden stool. The ad was for a stool softener, and said, "Give Aunt Martha Colace in the AM for a BM in the PM"
I found out that Martha is the patron saint of cooks and bottle washers. I know Martha Raye was a famous comedienne in the 40's and 50's, but I don't know if I was named because of her fame. My best friend's Dad always called me Martha Aashington and called my sister Marilyn Monroe. I didn't mind, although I knew Marilyn Monroe was more glamorous 
And we'll always have Martha Stewart.
If I remember the story correctly, my mom's family employed a young woman named Martha to help my mom's mom with housework. My mom, who was a young child at the time, thought this young lady was quite pretty.
This was before the Depression. My grandfather was one of the dentists in their small town, and they were OK financially before 1929. After that, his patients sometimes paid him in produce and chickens - small farming community in Minnesota.
My paternal grandmother was horrified, initially, by my name. She had been raised, in part, by an aunt, who was, allegedly, quite unkind to her. Her name? You guessed it - Aunt Martha.
I didn't intend to hijack your thread. I hope you don't mind. This has been an enjoyable exchange.
