← Previous Post: | Next Post:

 

The whole essay is a reminder that depression is just a mess.

Over the years, I struggled with what came to be characterized as “major depressive disorder,” and took a cornucopia of medications. Nortriptyline, paroxetine, venlafaxine, buspirone, sertraline, citalopram, pregabalin, mirtazapine. None worked. Optimistically, I tried lurasidone, bupropion, and vilazodone, followed by aripiprazole, amitriptyline, and zaleplon, which also made no difference. Then Restoril, protriptyline, desipramine, escitalopram. Nothing. My psychiatrist began to talk ominously about “treatment-resistant depression.” Nonetheless, I carried on with fluoxetine, temazepam, triazolam, and trazodone.

This piece in the Atlantic is an astringent little take on lethal sadness.

Margaret Soltan, August 6, 2022 11:21AM
Posted in: suicide

Trackback URL for this post:
https://www.margaretsoltan.com/wp-trackback.php?p=70596

Comment on this Entry

Latest UD posts at IHE

Archives

Categories