I had to increase the dosage to get to the "right" level....and whatever I do, don't stop taking them immediately. I wasn't suicidal, but I cannot describe the feeling, but think intense anger and severe apathy at the same time (like intense rage at anything and everything and not caring about the consequences or much else for that matter). The more I took, the worse it got. And oh, it didn't stop the physical pain from the injury.
I remember burning holes into the living room floor with my eyes and then somewhere in the fog, THANK GOD, I tried to think of why I was so angry............I dumped every last one of those pills into the toilet. I never heard so much pissing and moaning as when the "doctor" found out I quit cold turkey.
Of course, these pills are "safer" than narcotics.
Never felt like that before or since. I had one other doctor try to get me to take them anyway afterward (even after I explained my negative reaction); just gotta get the dosage right. I asked him if he would care if his house were burned down.....because his patient would probably be angry enough to do it and stop at the DQ for a carefree ice cream cone aafterward.
Strange, he stopped recommended me that crap.
I actually know that feeling. I think antidepressants can do wonders in some cases, but it’s such an agonizing process to find the right meds and dosage. They are way overprescribed, and that’s the main problem.