Another article that hits home for me. I have a loved one diagnosed with Bipolar, but only after she had been on a plethora of antidepressants that had horrible side affects. Only then, in the throws of withdrawal from those drugs (she discontinued them herself numerous times) was she then told she had bipolar, as if she had always had it. Today, she is destroyed. Oh, she causes no problems, she’s docile, she sleeps 21 out of 24 hours a day, and she’s not causing problems for anyone else. Apparently in the minds of the doctors, that was the goal. She’s a drug induced mental vegetable, and to think it all began in midlife when she was just going through a down period, a little depressed, a little hormonal due to midlife changes. I try not to allow myself to remember what she used to be, what she could have been. It’s too painful. There’s no hope left for her. She’s no longer there. The wonderful mother, sister, daughter, friend is no longer there. Oh how wonderful it would have been if those same 15-30 minutes had not happened for her when she consequently walked out with the initial prescription that would be the vehicle that would drive her to drug induced madness. I want her back. We all want her back. We will never have her back.