I’ve had two hospitalizations for clinical depression. Looking back on the whole experience, one of the things I learned was the ignorance of my older sister and my older son about psychiatric meds. I believe it’s because they haven’t researched like I have. I took the meds ONLY TO PLEASE THEM! I’m well and drug-free now and have gained confidence in my own mind from the whole experience. My sister and my son were wrong about meds, but they were very right in their acts of kindness toward me during the same time frame, which is what helped lift my second bout of depression. Meds did nothing but harm me. Bottom line I’m better armed now to avoid a relapse.