*sigh*

Ok, confession time...

When I was forced to leave New Orleans last year, I found myself stuck alone in a strange city with a newly broken arm that really, really HURT. I was put on Zoloft.
This was the fourth time, and I think the last.

First time was after my parents died. (Paxil). It helped, and I was off it after 4 months. If it had any side effects, I didn't notice.

Second time was a Psychiatrist who was not too helpful. She thought my sexual adventures were a sign of depression. Paxil again, it did NOTHING for me. I wasn't depressed, just horny all the time.

Third time was after my divorce. (Welbutrin)
I HATED it. I lost interest in housecleaning, and let myself be drawn into a really destructive, uncontrolled BDSM relationship. I drank more, and got involved in some really bad situations. I allowed things to be done to me and with me that were not out of love, but out of cruelty. I engaged in unportected sex. A bad time for me.

Antidepressants can help, but they DO NOT replace therapy.

Talking to a trained therapist helped me the most.

SSRI's are given because they are more or less safe, and insurance companies prefer to pay for them than pay for the needed therapy.

WW

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"I wondered, am I a lesbian, am I straight, or bisexual? Then I realized that I am just a slut.
So where's MY parade?"

---Margaret Cho