I remember when I was diagnosed with depression 3 years ago, and was given a prescription for prozac, my dad flipped out, he thought it was the biggest load of crap. I never got the prescription filled, and I haven't been to any counselling or anything of the like ever since. Yet, he'll but me multiple meds when I have the flu or something. I guess that really spoke to me. I guess I interpreted that as being my fault, I guess that's why I blame myself.
I remember after that my mom sent me to the doc. because she was getting really worried about me and I refused the anti-depressant prescrption from the doc b/c I knew how my dad felt. And now I'm afraid that if I go back to the world of counceling/therapy I'll be given the offical label again. I guess living in denial is working for me now... lol...