I was diagnosed with depression and general anxiety disorder. My major problem then (and even now) is motivation. Getting myself to do anything for any reason was hard, and whenever I expressed this they'd either increase my dose or put me on a new med.

I remember the exact moment I got fed up with the pills. I was about to take them and I counted the number of pills in my hand and realized that they were not the path to better health. My current doctor said my last doctor was "irresponsible" for putting me on those meds. It's scary, as you're supposed to trust these people with your lives but I wonder sometimes ... do they even care?

If my depression and anxiety come back with a vengence (read: get to a point where I can't manage on my own), I've conceded to trying something else. But, if I have my way, I'll kiss the pills goodbye forever.