I don't know why or when it happened, but I don't remember a time when I wasn't afraid of heights. Even so, I do remember diving from the "high" board at our municipal swimming pool and I did enjoy riding the Ferris wheel and roller coaster when the carnival came to town. As I grew older, though, the fear became stronger, until finally I had no choice but to keep my feet firmly planted on the ground.
For many years, I was intimidated by doctors. I grew up thinking the doctor was always right. I have a crooked little finger that resulted from a doctor telling my mom it wasn't broken. It apparently was. It wasn't until I had children of my own that I learned the value of getting a second opinion when you have any question at all about your doctor's diagnosis or the treatment he or she may recommend.
Has anyone ever told you to stop beating yourself up? That's something those with depression hear on a regular basis from well-meaning friends and loved-ones. Do they ask you what's wrong, why are you sad, crying, and/or irritable? You only wish you knew, right? That is what is wrong with depression.
Some days I think I am watching Spielberg's THX1138. Advertisements pelt us continually with news about one drug or another. Each new drug seems to be a miracle cure for whatever might ail us. Each ad suggests you "ask your doctor" about the drug. The inference is to ask your doctor to prescribe it.