After countless pharmaceuticals, this writer found a drug that works

My depression was a hurricane, going out to sea for brief respites, then wrecking the shores of my brain with renewed vigor. My brain chewed through antidepressants every few years, rendering them useless. My depression had been re-diagnosed as bipolar, so lithium helped stabilize my mood. For a while. I’d be functioning at work, having a social life, feeling good. Then, my depression would creep back in and steal my joy, my competence, and my brain’s executive processing. I’d get my meds adjusted every few years and hope the next drug cocktail would be The One. But each new script worked less effectively than the one before it. I was moving a step back with every recovery.

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