When I see an article about Akathisia I still feel stunned. Having akathisia became the bane of my existence it felt like an exploding volcano with no place to go and I can’t even tell you about having to pace and keep moving because I couldn’t stop. I had such an internal fear, wanting to die that wouldn’t go away and I started to self harm. The symptoms started early on with a SSRI but the psychiatrist kept prescribing more drugs thinking it was a worsening mental condition. A chance consultation with a neurologist got me diagnosed with akathisia as I twitched and jerked (the worst akathisia he’d ever seen). So why didn’t the psychiatrist at my monthly Med Checks notice this? Because he creased looking seeing me as a human being; I was now a psychiatric diagnosis. So much of your article rings true with me. Drug free I found my life again made new friends and a better relationship with family. The last entry my psychiatrist wrote in his office notes was “she’s only on a small dose of Trazodone and she’s not even depressed?” He had drugged me into craziness and wasn’t able to admit it.