I don't know why I'm writing anything here, having said I wouldn't. But here I am with the next exciting episode in my downward spiral into whatever crap awaits in my miserable life. So I decided - with good reason - to stop my Prozac. With a swollen lump under my arm, hair loss and a desire to inflict violence onto anyone who said the wrong thing to me, I decided that my life is miserable enough without having it artifically induced. So I binned them. Today I have been given Citalopram and have read the chamber or horrors that is the long list of potential side effects this junk has. Needless to say, I don't want to take it. Is the idea of all these drugs to give you all sorts of nasty side-effects that it will take my mind off the fact I want to kill myself?? Besides, Citalopram is safe in OD's. What use is that to me? So I've given up. I attempted a few weeks ago and no one has paid the slightest bit of interest or attention despite the fact how close I came. No therapy or nothing. More useless pills. I'll just sit here and spend whatever time there is searching for a way out. I've spent years searching for any form of contentment or even a bit of happiness.....doesn't exist, so I won't bother looking for it. Why am I writing this?? Just fulfilling the need to vent a little I guess.