To hear medication advice from someone who hasn't suffered from chronic depression (I'm not talking "I got some blues" or those who have suffered tragedy and understandably may need temporary help) is akin to a man telling me that menstrual symptoms aren't so bad.
At one point if I could have found a cliff in Ohio I would have driven off it.
I'm still the same Shawnee, with a myriad of emotions, faults, and assets... I'm just a Shawnee who can finally see through the mud that felt like my life.