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Oct 13, 2023Liked by Rachel Mans McKenny

Having lived with a depressed/suicidal mother, I thought I knew all the signs, and that was never going to be me. I was strong. Didn’t need help with anything--ever.

One day I decided to walk away from the job that kept me distracted from the mundane demands of life. It was soon after depression took hold. A kind physician assistant picked up the subtle signals during a routine visit. My denial was strong. I saw what antidepressants did to my mother and I wasn’t going that route. I would work through the darkness on my own. She educated me on the newer SSRIs and I agreed to a low dose.

It took years of coming to terms the depression was real and going off the pills was not an option, because as soon as I stopped taking them and the medication left my system, the cycle started.

Prozac has been kind to me.

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When I first started taking antidepressants, my sense of humor returned - losing it was what really scared me. That's when I knew I was depressed. So, after I found the right one for me, I've been taking them for years, with no ill effects. Good for you for getting help. Hoping you feel more like the real Rachel again...

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