I have very strong feelings about antidepressants, both pro and con. I'll explain; please realize that this is a story i don't often tell for reasons you will realize after reading.
First, the "con". I was about 25 and wanted to quit smoking. My family doctor prescribed me the patch and a scrip of Wellbutrin, which has an off-label use as a quit-smoking aid. End result- within about 5 days, I was feeling suicidal. Seriously. I contemplated stepping in front of an oncoming train. . I couldn't cross a bridge without thinking about jumping. Now, I was still of sound enough mind to know that this was not natural. I'm not suicidal, never have been, no matter how depressing or bleak things have gotten. I contacted a woman who'd been my therapist the previous year, she told me about the (then) little-known possible side effect of that class of antidepressants, and called my doc and he took me off them instantly. Needless to say, I didn't quit smoking. I've been completely averse to the idea of antidepressants (for myself) ever since.
Now, the "pro". I'll warn you though that this is a far more tragic story than my having not quit smoking.
I was married for, at the time, 15 years. We were, for the most part, good. As all couples, had some great years, had some shitty ones. We were in the middle of a shitty one for a host of reasons I won't go into here.
I had temporarily moved out ( we were staying with his mother while house-hunting due to my job transferring me to the bay area). I could not handle one minute more staying with his mom- she was - is- a terrible hoarder and believes some crazy shit and insists on sharing it, is very judgemental, etc- it was a bad situation for both of us and I begged him to leave with me but he wouldn't.
Backstory, just a little - he suffered from chemical depression. He'd had it for years, had been crashingly depressed more than an a couple times through our years together. At that time, he'd gotten so deep into deprssion that he refused to leave his room. Now, before we 'd moved to CA from OR, he'd been on an antidepressant (I don't recall which one) which seemed to work mood-wise but sexually sucked. He couldn't reach fruition at all, ever. He'd get hard, he'd love the feeling, but couldn't ever cum. not from masturbating, from oral, intercourse, nothing. We had a very dynamic and excellent sex life, and this side effect was more than he could deal with, so he quit taking the antidepressant.
I'm not going to get into the little details because they don't matter. On July 9, 2013, he hung himself from the tree in our backyard. I still believe that if he'd stayed on the meds that may not have happened. Of course I don't know that for certain. But he was better with them than without.
they are a powerful class of drug. Approach with care, is all i can say. but if needed, and if they work, please do take them.