Nope, I'm pulling the "shouldn't drive nails with a screwdriver" thing. Maybe for
The goal of the meds, as explained by my doctor, psychologist and counselor are to get me to where I know what "well" feels like. Then consider slowly coming off them. They're a means to an end, not the end itself. A lobotomy tends to be the end. Maybe we'll disagree on this point, but I'm okay with that.
You mentioned that there's a chance that one medication isn't the right thing and that it's a coin toss. I won't argue that. I have a friend whose bipolar meds effectively turned him into Rip Van Winkle, which wasn't so good for his family life. However, when the medication works, it works great! That's the piece that so many folks miss because of the scary stories or comparisons made with a lobotomy (which tends to be very final).
This may be more than I should post in a public forum, but I'm tired of the horror stories over antidepressants. I bought into that for nearly 20 year and just about lost my life for it.
When I started taking my meds, my blood pressure was 200/140. I was significantly overweight and also had no energy. I would tell people that I was not a morning person and sleep until noon or later. I had no self confidence and no social life. I would cry unconsolably for the most minute things. I was a mess and there wasn't really anything that I could do to break the cycle.
Today, about a year and a half later, I have normal blood pressure (it dropped to normal during the first month!). I regularly get up at 5:30/6:00. I have interest in going places and doing things, I even got out and sang karaoke in public. I feel great, I have lots of energy and am losing weight. I've even gotten back into some of the interests that have waned over the years. In short, my life has been improving despite very trying circumstances (my wife decided that she would be better off without me in January and filed for divorce after 11 years and 5 children).
Certainly not a lobotomy. I'd say anyone experiencing that is on the wrong medication and needs to find something that works.
And they grow GREAT sweet basil and catnip and peppers.
So that's what they call it now...
Someday somebody has got to decide whether the typewriter is the machine, or the person who operates it.