A lot of people nowadays seem to think that any sign of anxiousness or sadness signifies a broken brain, and immediately upon discovery will run with their asses on fire for their prescription of Happy Pills.

"My brain doesn't produce enough serotonin!" they chirp. "This is why I'm always sad!"

It's always the serotonin. It's never the lousy job or the loveless marriage or the helplessness one feels when they finally realized they've been pressured into living a life they would have never chosen for themselves. No, it's never that. It's always a broken brain.

Now please don't misunderstand me here. I am not trying to lambaste psychiatric treatment nor am I denying the existence of real, valid, medically proven mental disabilities. I realize there are people out there who downright suffer from hallucinations, irrational fears and compulsions, and crippling life debilitating illnesses that wreak havoc on their lives if left untreated. I do not fault these people for taking the drugs they need to feel better. In fact, I applaud them.

It's the people who try to eradicate every hint of sadness and anger out of human existence I fault. Negative emotions are a vital part of the human condition and it isn't until we experience them that we truly appreciate the positive opposites. In other words, one needs sadness in their lives to be able to fully recognize happiness when they come across it. Without anger, we can never appreciate the calm; our hatred and indifference emphasis our love. To deprive oneself of any emotion characteristic to our nature is to deny the very things that make us human. Our minds work the way they do for a reason. They are not broken.

[....] To be perfectly honest, I would think it was weirder if most people didn't entertain thoughts of suicide.

The majority of people aren't sad because there is something wrong with their brain. They are sad because their lives suck.