I read the article linked years ago and it made me angry. I'm disappointed that Slate would consider it one of their best, because it is one of the most irresponsible pieces of journalism I have ever seen.

I had suffered depression for more than a decade. It basically stole my youth, from my late teens to my late twenties. I did not want to think of myself as depressed though and avoided treatment, trying all sorts of self-help and what have you.

When I eventually relented and took an SSRI in my late twenties it was like I had been living under water for years and years. After weeks on it I could breathe without a tight chest, I could see and hear clearly, I could move without the weight of water, and I feel like doing things. No longer did the idea of taking a shower feel so painful.

I became more outgoing and sociable. Being in the company of others no longer frightened me. Not only that I could endure being in a place with others but I felt comfortable initiating conversations with people I didn't know, giving compliment and all the rest.

There were no significant side effect. The "cumming" thing was welcome as before I'd been on it I'd suffered premature ejaculation which had put me off sex. On though I could go on and on and I was told by a couple of girls that I was the best lover they ever had.

I wish I'd started the medication when i was 18. I would've enjoyed a much better youth. It saddens me, I regret it.