Hi. Not sure what to write so this will be interesting:). I feel like shouting, "I fu&*ing did this!" I was diagnosed in 2010, medically retired from the military in 2011, sought treatment and was prescribed many medications, participated in very regular therapy for a few years now, and finished my detox of all meds (personal decision, supervised, and incredibly difficult) a couple months ago. Do I feel, at times, I may need meds to survive in this world? Yes. Do I want to take more meds? No. I recognize I'm presently depressed because I don't feel like I belong ... anywhere, but I also recognize it's okay ... uncomfortable, but okay ... another challenge. What I lost in this process: sense of identity, purpose in life, and a husband:). What I gained: freedom and the chance to seek new identity and purpose. What I remind myself daily: 1) I fell into a depth of despair from which I couldn't see light and I now see light, and 2) I may still be on the road to recovery, but I've traveled quite a distance:).