I am grateful for Paxil. As I said before, it saved my life.

My Dad, who I believe I inherited my depression from, never got help for his depression. Instead, he chose to drink, 24/7. He became a recluse toward the end of his life, always telling me how much he loved my Mom and my stepmother, and was just waiting to "cruise on outta here". His choice of treatment caused him to lose out on his only grandchild's life. But, that was HIS choice.

My choice was therapy and medication. I never regret nor do I justify my choice to ignorant people who try to reason with me that the drugs I take are bad, and that I should try going "cold turkey". Believe me, I've tried. It almost cost me my life.

Until those people (no one on PT) have walked a mile in my shoes, they should keep their thoughts to themselves.

Debbie,

I feel my face redden when they tell me to stand back because some of my meds are class 3-controled and come from the vault - "uh could you shout that a little louder please - some people on the other side of the room didn't hear"
I was ROFLMAO!!! Not at you. It reminded me of the time I went to the drugstore to buy "personal care" items and the clerk at the counter announced it over the PA system!!!