I haven't had good experiences with it unfortunately. Here's a post I made a while back:
http://www.nzherald.co.nz/nz/news/article.cfm?c_id=1&objectid=10575446
It breaks my heart to read stories like these… I used to think that suicide was a really selfish thing, I couldn’t imagine how anyone could do it (especially if they had beautiful families who cared for them). In 2003 however I left home to go to university and I was a bit lonely because I didn’t really make many friends. Then the girl I liked all through college got engaged to someone else and I told her that I was sad so she recommended that I should go to see a doctor.
So I went to see one, who was a really lovely person, but thinking back now I only remember telling her that I felt down every now and then and just from that one meeting she diagnosed me with depression and prescribed Fluoxetine to me, saying that there were chemical imbalances in my brain which the pills would help me with.
I was a Christian at the time and I was afraid that taking the drugs would affect what I thought about God and that I might lose my memories. My instincts told me that He wouldn’t want me to use them, but even the Christians in my life were saying that it was what I needed to do so I listened to them. I know I’m making excuses and blaming others for my own decisions.
Anyhow, ever since then I’ve struggled with suicidal thoughts. I guess I’ve always been quite a pessimistic person, but not to the point where I’d want to end my life. To this day I still do lay in bed at night thinking about dying quite a lot and when it gets really bad I’ll cut my wrists or burn myself with cigarettes. Sometimes I go for walks to places like motorway bridges or really high buildings and imagine how peaceful it’d be just to jump off. But I’m always too _____ to embrace the landing.