When I got out of Army in 99, I had issues. Saw VA, fuckers put me on seroquil, welbutrin and abilify. I was a fucking zombie and was on this cocktail for years. Years.
Fast forward to 2013 when Kim died. Around that time, the shrink at VA died, my rx was never pushed to another shrink, I was cold turkey while Kim was dying in ICU.
The stress/trauma from that was compounded 100 times worse with cold turkey and I never put 2 and 2 together until one of my medical directors made a visit to me and he asked why I was pale and shaking.
Kim died, you all know what I went through. He sent me to his PCP who wrote me Lexapro that made a difference for years after.
Fast forward to post surgery 2 plus years ago. That stopped working, I'm on pristique now and with therapy and gym, probably finding Christ and trying not to be a cunt, I feel great.