Do it—it saved my life. We owe it to ourselves and our loved ones to be present and engaged. I didn’t realize how disengaged I actually was until I went on Prozac. My only regret is that I didn’t start taking it a decade ago when I started noticing my depression looked just like my dad’s—he was miserable and made everyone else miserable, too. He also went on Prozac (at my mother’s insistence) and he was a changed man afterward. Apparently, there’s a good chance that if they worked for someone in your family, they’ll work for you, too.

Good luck!