witchfire

So we ended our first round, and there was death and destruction and us running around like chickens because what the hell are you going to do with an army of skeletons marching on the city? Little Alexia managed to raise her mother from the dead, the bard got himself killed because he attempted to use one of the most evil artifacts ever, some creepy extra-dimensional being snarked at us, and it was all very very very crazy. But I managed for once not to get too roughed up, and my d20 was faithful to me last night.

Best quote ever: upon entering a room full of skeletons and zombies attacking party guests at the Massadane Manor, the bard asks "Is there anything obviously undead in here?" Our DM ran from the room, choking with laughter and pain as he snorted soda when this was asked.

wonder drugs

Do antidepressants increase the possibility of suicide in teenagers and children?

There are not words to express how angry articles like these make me. The fact that doctors blithely prescribe medicines like this without even having a fucking clue about what the dosage should be for a kid, that drug companies can conceal negative trials, that they lie and obfuscate, that someone fucking made me take these drugs when I was sixteen and I nearly died and maybe it really wasn't all my fault?

"Because the studies also found that Paxil was no more effective than a placebo in treating young people's depression, the regulators recommended that doctors write no new Paxil prescriptions for patients under 18. Experts say that the suicide risk is highest in the first few weeks young patients are on the drug."

It makes my hands shake, just thinking about those horrible weeks, and the screaming match I had with my mother when I refused to take any more medication. It's paticularily chilling in light of my life now, and all these things I am so lucky to have and to have experienced. It could have never happened at all.