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My doctor gave me Prozac for my depression. It made things worse. The walls started moving and closing in on me. It felt like I was being attacked by my house. I went back and swopped them for something that didn’t give me hallucinations.

It’s May 2001. I’m feeling down, depressed. I go to the doctors for help for support. ‘What do you want me to do?’ ask my doctor. I sit there in shock. What do I do? What do I say? I leave with a box of tablets. Take these and don’t bother me again is the message I get. Go and sort yourself out.