I wonder if this is why antidepressants don’t perform well in trials. They’ve been amazing for me when I had depression, just depression. But when the peri took it up a notch I might as well have been taking sugar pills.
Suidicde ideation I was used to. Sudden compulsions to do it when I was alone, in a place with a thing that it could achieved by…. completely new and very freaky. Felt like one of those Zombified ants.
It didn’t go away until I started slapping Sandrena on me.
Then the anti depressants went back to being completely efficient and useful. Until my thyroid decided to retire. But that just makes me a bit flat, nothing as scary and “who the fuck has nicked the driver’s seat in my head, cos I’m very sure it’s not me anymore”. as the peri-menopause managed to achieve.
If depression is a symptom of something else on the blink, but ADs are given as the sole treatment, it might explain why they “don’t work”.