urbanskipper4 said:There’s something seriously off about Prozac. I swear, I felt the absolute worst side effects imaginable.
If I’d stayed on it, I probably would’ve picked fights with everyone until nobody wanted to be seen with me—hell, I might have even hit someone.
I would’ve snapped at people just because they had a different opinion than mine, or just because they were getting on my nerves for no reason at all that day.
I really think Prozac can turn some people into straight-up savages.
I believe Prozac can act that way for certain patients—though let's face it, we're all essentially patients, even when we aren't taking Prozac and complaining to our doctors. As that Irish genius George Bernard Shaw once put it, "the whole world is one big hospital," and if one of the "hospitalized" thinks they might feel better somewhere else—say, the French Riviera, the Caribbean, or New Zealand—it's really no different than asking for a hospital bed closer to or further from a window; nothing actually changes—the sickness is inside them, eating away at the system regardless. When I switched from Paxil to Prozac back in the day, I was incredibly irritable and combative for nearly two weeks. Someone with less self-control, especially if they're still young and immature, could potentially commit a decent little massacre in their immediate surroundings during that window—though I didn't go anywhere near that extreme. After about fifteen days, Prozac became my favorite antidepressant to date, and I still hold a soft spot for it even though its effectiveness has significantly waned (and reading others, it seems many have similar experiences with various antidepressants after prolonged use, though none of us truly know why...). So, in a layman's attempt at speculation, I'm drawing a parallel between psychotropic drugs and psychoactive drugs—not that the scale of drama is comparable:
when someone starts experimenting with heroin, after that first sniff of an almost negligible amount of powder sends them to seventh heaven, later on, once they're properly hooked,
just that hit becomes like half a shot of bitters for a gourmet grandson, which he takes just to stave off the bloating after overindulging on beans.
