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It took me a while to get the right anti-depressant.
And I know I really need it, I'm not dosing for fun, because I occasionally I let myself run out and my whole life collapses.
It's only good health care that has allowed me to switch from one to another even when I would have said I was doing okay. Well, except when I was on generic Prozac and was suicidal. Even a street sweeper would have been able to spot that was the wrong one for me. Not knocking street sweepers - it was a kind one in Leicester who made me realise I needed help. Standing crying on my way into work, he suggested that really, all was not well darling. So I headed home and called the doctor.
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