When I was in my early twenties I read Hello to All That: A Memoir of Zoloft, War, and Peace and it gave me hope. Because the main character suffers from depression, but Zoloft saves his life.
The book inspired me to seek professional help. I hoped I could have the same happy ending, the only difference being that I am bipolar, not depressed.
They began to medicate me with little success, but I hoped that I would find my “Zoloft.” They eventually put me on Zoloft with lithium. This was going to be my breakthrough moment, or so I thought.
I had a bad reaction to the Zoloft, stopped sleeping, and eventually attempted suicide. So after some recovery time they changed my meds, again.
Because I was certain this would make me “normal” it was far more heartbreaking than I could have ever prepared for. As always I moved on. But I lost my hope for my saving medication.
For me, the only thing worse than depression, is losing hope for a cure.
Remember to smile,