I have a friend who watched someone die recently, went to her doctor really struggling right after the trauma. Instead of helping her get support to work through what happened, he only offered her a pill. Sent her back to work, where she freaked out and called me, in tears. Her doctor had not even suggested therapy, and she had figured she didn't need it until she almost lost her job.
My family put me on an antidepressant at age 16. It a psychiatrists first and only response to them on how to help their traumatized teenager. Not therapy, not ending the trauma, not anything else. My medical records from that time frame show that he diagnosed me with PTSD, and yet didn't recommend anything other than an antidepressant. Just take this magic pill...
And it's nothing new, at least not in the US.
In the 1800's, snakeoil was all the rage in the US. It's believed it was brought to the US from China. Snakeoil actually has some therapeutic real properties that are not fully understood and but can help for a few limited purposes. Mostly pain.
The problem is that it became the magic cure for all that ails a person, until it became synonymous with fake and possibly dangerous medicine.
It's the same path antidepressants are on. They are not well understood. They do have a role in medicine. A limited role. Those who overly push them do a great disservice to their value and it can lead to great harm.
I had a doctor once tell me that a particular antidepressant he wanted me to try was like "taking a vitamin." He said it wasn't necessary but "like a vitamin, it will help you function at your peak." I rolled my eyes and declined the medication. I also started to lecture him on the dangerous side of vitamins, but stopped because I figured he would think I was nuts. As for the medication, knew it's power, it's risks, better than he was willing to admit.
Not only was the medication dangerous, but so was the doctor's denial of the dangers of the medication. Sure, upon my questioning, he did admit the side effects and warnings that he has to share with me, but he kept saying it was a very safe medication. It wasn't his only tool, he had been a trauma therapist before he became a doctor. He did explore other non-medication options with me, and supported my therapeutic work. He did a very good job of exploring other options with me.
However, his unwillingness to consider the dangers of the medication more seriously nearly contributed to my death.
He did eventually talk me into taking the smallest possible dose. It did help, tremendously. I didn't think it would. It's one of a few that can have a quick effect. But, after a few days, I began to have side effects. The doctor and his nurse both dismissed my concern over the side effects. They did agree I could take it every other day, to give my body more time to "adjust," and they agreed to support my weaning off of it entirely, but they wanted me to stay on it. I was vulnerable. I wanted relief so badly. I was trying to trust them. I was trying to trust they were looking out for me. They were, but they were so steeped in denial that they didn't notice how bad things were getting.
I needed them to notice when it was getting to be too dangerous to take it. I liked the relief the medication gave me, and I really wrestled with how much they kept telling me it was ok to take. "It's very safe" they said, over and over. But others were beginning to notice the side effects. The doc and the nurse were just spouting all that the drug company told them about the medication.
A few weeks after starting the medication, the side effects suddenly got very bad once day. I called the doctor, and I described what was happening. They brushed it off. "It's not the medication." I was aware of the possibility of serotonin syndrome though, and all my symptoms matched up. Because I was aware of the dangers, I took my own side effects seriously and I went to the ER anyhow. Sure enough, I had developed a life threatening case of serotonin syndrome. The ER doc said if I had delayed even a day, I would have likely died.
Now I have a hard time even taking over the counter meds (which are not as safe as most people think they are).
The over prescription of meds also leads to misunderstanding PTSD and the recovery from it in a way that harms recovery. It promote the under funding of research to find better therapies and a cure for PTSD. I've read and heard so much about how the veterans administration in the US pushes pills, and yet doesn't pour as nearly much effort into other just as effective if not more effective treatments. I have written a grant proposal for a non-profit seeking to help give vets other options, but we ran into so many barriers with the popular belief that if someone is depressed, can't they just take a pill for it? Why do they need all this therapy?
Ugh.
Therapy has changed my own life in ways meds can't. Meds can't teach me how to keep and hold boundaries. Meds can reduce the effect of a trigger, but they can't make the trigger go away and resolve the underlying trauma. Meds can lessen grief and keep me alive through it, but they can't work it through for me. Meds can't mourn for me. Meds can't give me the skills I never got growing up as a kid. Meds have played a role in helping me stay in therapy and not off myself when it therapy triggering me to become suicidal, but it didn't eliminate the need to do the work in therapy.
Psych meds have a place, and its safer to take them when all parties are aware and prepared to watch out for negative effects and are willing to accept them as they truly are: a potentially life saving option for some, worth the risks for a moderate number of others, but not a cure all for every sad day anyone encounters. They are powerful substances with possible benefits, and real risks and dangers to watch out for.
As it's been said so well by
@joeylittle, we shouldn't throw the baby out with the bathwater, but awareness also never hurt anyone. I would even go a step further to say that better awareness of the dangers and drawbacks of antidepressants could save lives.