Some of my friends brag about how little sleep they get, as if depriving oneself of the ability to function fully is something to be proud of. Perhaps I could survive without my meds, but would I have been able to graduate college? I don't just want to survive, I want to thrive.
Like Walt in Breaking Bad, I have health care insurance from my employer, and like Walt's wife, Skyler, discovers about their insurance, I'm still liable for the deductible, copay and coinsurance portion of the medical fees.
Many of the symptoms that patients complain about are the side effects caused by the drug that they were incorrectly prescribed in the first place. I want to stress the need that patients must ask questions and be educated.
Many tragic acts of suicide and violence could be averted by reducing or stopping the use of anti-depressant drugs, and by greater professional and public awareness of the dangers associated with these drug.
My affair with an antidepressant reinforced what I already knew: I'm not one for affairs. I'd rather fight tooth and nail to keep and restore what I have than take a break from it. But that is so much easier said than done with a Klonopin in my pocket.
Nobody should begrudge a drug manufacturer's profitability for developing a lifesaving drug. But in return, patients should demand that drug companies adhere to FDA rules and put people, not profits, first.