Nancy and Soggyboy: Hey, I truly appreciate both of your perspectives on the topic of taking Seroquel. You both make such thoughtful and perceptive comments that, well, first, I’m sorry for my post leading to the argument between the two of you. On the other hand, that was the one of the points of my post: For those whose lives are saved or significantly improved by psychotropics, there will be a pro-psychiatry sentiment. For those whose lives are damaged, the opposite will occur. I have this argument in my head all the time, and I don’t think it is resolvable because the myriad of human experiences and perceptions are as a large as the number of people alive. I just something would “work” for me so that I could feel self-reliant: have a job, own property, be in functional relationships with real friends, have career status, have certainty in my life–I have none of that. I still feel like a five year old dependent on his dysfunctional mother. That is what keeps me anxious, depressed, suicidal and filled with thoughts of vengeance and rage. Anyway, thank you both for responding so empathically to me. I really appreciate it. I just started taking Fetzima yesterday (after a so-so five-month trial on Brintellix), but I have low hopes. My psychiatrist actually encourages me to get into a therapeutic relationship with another psychodynamic therapist (which I have done in the past), but the task of finding someone to work with seems so daunting each time that I tire of doing it. I always end up feeling either violated or de-empowered or just f-ing confused by the relationship.