A long post, but one with a different perspective. I take anti-depressants, and don’t plan to ever stop taking them.
I’m an optimistic, active woman who sees possibilities and solutions in almost every situation. I’m strong, tough, and capable.
Nonetheless, I take 10 mg of Lexapro a day. I come from a long line of manic depressive alcoholics, some of who kill themselves, and some of who try to kill themselves several times and fail. That’s not the future I want for myself.
A few years ago I started being ‘visited’ by depression. I went to my doctor, and talked to him about my family history of depression and suicides. I was starting to see dark clouds form on the edge of my mind, and I was worried that I was being dragged by my genes down a dark road that I did not want to travel. It was like static somewhere in a corner of my mind.
My doctor was of great help. He’s known me for years, and is my daughter’s godfather. He said in 30 years, you’ll be able to take a blood test for depression, for cases like mine which are probably genetic. He prescribed Lexapro.
The initial side effects were bad, but I got through it after about a week. Then the medication started working. The dark clouds that were forming on the edge of my mind dispelled. What a relief!
The Lexapro worked so well after a year I forgot what made me need it. I stopped taking it. I thought “I don’t get those crazy depressed images any more - I’m fine. I’ll stop taking it”
What a mistake. I had no problem with the withdrawal side effects. What I DID have a problem with was that six months later, there I was feeling depressed again, for no damn reason. Lexapro worked so well I forgot why I started taking it in the first place.
The point of my story is that I am a person who should not, and will not, stop taking anti-depressants. Lexapro works really well for me. It would be like a diabetic who takes insulin shots thinking ‘I don’t need insulin, my blood sugar is now fine!’
Your mileage and experience may vary.