I actually got into it with a former therapist, pretty bad. It started off with us talking about coping strategies and how the ones she gave me weren't working. I talked about what I was doing that helped a bit and she immediately attacked them. Hers were right and I needed to practice on them. Well, I got really quite because I thought, "Okay, she's the professional. She probably knows better." Then we moved on to how I felt since being put on my antidepressant cocktail. I told her that it was bad and that I really felt like I should quit taking the medication. She told me that I needed to stay on it and give it time to work; I said that it was making me obsess over self-destructive and SI thoughts rather that letting up enough to pass through my head. When she said it was normal, I just blew up. Told her I was done because if this was normal, I wanted no part of it. She was going to involuntarily commit me and I told her that I'd just leave before anyone showed up. I wasn't going anywhere.
By the end of it she made me sign a "I won't hurt myself" agreement. I laughed when I signed my signature. She asked "What's so funny?" I looked her straight in the eye as I stood up to walk out and said, "The fact that you think a signature on a piece of paper and toxic pills will save me." I walked out and never went back.
Was I in the right? Not entirely. I shouldn't have acted the way that I did; I was upset and I let those emotions get the best of my character. I just wish she would've let me explain things better at the start instead of interrupting and saying I was wrong and that the meds were helping me. I also really should've been more understanding, too; I think we both messed up on that subject.