this post is going to be a bit of exaggeration but i'm angry, afraid, hurt and i wont shut up. Selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors (a kind of anti depressant) is is in the process of ruining my life.
it's not over yet. i havent thrown in the towel, but right now things are bleak.
I'm not taking these medications but someone i very much love is. She recognizes the problem and will soon start weening herself off of them , but in the mean time she no longer loves me anymore. She admits that the past 3 years have been the happiest of her life, and i know they have been of mine.
I acknowledge that there are probably people out there who need these. Who have dangerous problems that need treatment or who's lives are so unbearable that any kind of side affect would seem mild next to the status quo.
But there are also people out there who are the most lovely, kind, and caring people in the entire world, whos lives may not be perfect but are still worthy of love and admiration, who are being changed by these drugs and can no longer appreciate what they once did in other people. Who are no longer capable of the emotional intimacy that made them beyond perfect, but flawed chaotic stars.
I'm sure many of you have experienced cruelty from someone who once loved you but facing it so unnecessarily seems doubly cruel.
I know this is hardly objective but I will at least bear witness to my experience.