I Haven’t Taken Antidepressants In Two Years

A little over two years ago I was in a mental hospital on a 5150 hold. I was deemed a danger to myself and put on a 72-hour hold. It actually turned out to be 96 hours.

I had been battling depression my entire adult life and at that point, it was just too much for me to deal with.

So, of course, the solution to my problem was to take my own life. Obviously, I did not succeed.

A History Of Depression

I was officially diagnosed with clinical depression when I was 32. I was coming off a divorce and my (at the time) girlfriend just had a miscarriage. Needless to say, I was in bad shape.

I couldn’t make it through a day of work without breaking down. I literally thought I was going crazy.

When I finally got to see a psychiatrist she assured me that I was not crazy. But she did tell me that I was indeed depressed. The diagnosis did not really sink in at first. I was just happy to know I wasn’t insane.

That first therapy session let to a seemingly endless stream of antidepressants. I’ve tried so many of them. I took Prozac, Paxil, Zoloft, Effexor, and a couple of others that I can’t remember at the moment.