My parents tried seeking out help for me when I was about 10 years old, but they got cold feet, and I believe that they were unwilling to accept any responsibility or blame for what was going on at home. So when I reached the age of majority, they fully funded therapist and psychiatrist sessions for me, and they foisted Prozac upon me, starting around 1991.

I began taking Prozac and suddenly exhibited a remarkable improvement in my mood and affect. These improvements were largely because I was getting attention, I was getting "weekly pep talks" from a professional, and at long last, there were names I could affix to those extremely troublesome spirits that tormented me night and day.

But the doctors, having a practice in the Children's Hospital, didn't see fit to warn me not to drink alcohol, especially not to excess, and I was simply reaching that age where this was happening frequently. So, the mixture of SSRI plus ethanol was really disastrous for me and my loved ones.

I cycled through all kinds of meds, and clinicians tried finding some other stuff to medicate, like maybe hypothyroidism, and I really hated the medication, and I got hospitalized and discharged with a cocktail of at least 5 prescriptions all at once. I suffered really awful adverse side effects. But it wasn't realistic to stop. I kept cycling through new and different drugs. Every time it was new and different, and I had more complaints, and I stopped again and again. I had all the "brain zaps" especially Zappy Zoloft, and more hospitals and more upheavals in life.

I've finally reached a point where I can steadfastly refuse any medication, up to the point where inpatient treatment is done. I am 100% off drugs, and I feel great about that. I tend to inform my providers that I have "a Lithium deficiency" because bipolar isn't real: it's merely a cluster of highly-subjective "symptoms" and behaviors, under an ever-widening umbrella, and the bottom line is that they just want to put Lithium Carbonate on the checklist of "subject is treating this thing" and then once I'm taking enough of it, they can heap on more and more drugs on top. And Lithium is one of those where they grab you for a monthly blood test, to "trust, but verify" as the Soviets would say.

So I am pleased that SSRIs and their ilk are far, far behind me. I inwardly chuckle or sigh wistfully when I hear another patient extolling the virtues of ECT or Ketamine or something. How wonderful for you to be dependent on quacks and pseudoscience. Read any Wikipedia page for these drugs.

They are fairy tales.

I am a practicing Roman Catholic: I don't need to believe in fairy tales from foreigners and infidels who distribute condoms and wear white coats.

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