OK, by request, I'll elaborate on that last statement.
Some background:
Some time around my freshman year in highschool (about 3 years ago), something happened in my life that bascially cut off my social life entirely, and my "friends" suddenly turned into enemies. This basically touched off a response to a number of other things that had been brewing for years, and I became depressed. I was basically unresponsive. I would just lay in bed, sometimes thinking about my life, sometimes just plain sad. Whenever my parents would come in and try to talk to me and ask what was wrong, my mind would just flood with ideas, and I would just start crying, and the more I thought my depression was worrying my parents, the more I cried. I didn't smile for about six months.
The pill:
I saw some counselers, and at one point they put me on a drug called
Paxil. Now, in case nobody has noticed, I'm a little excitable/nutty/crazy socially. Paxil basically served to restore that state. It cheered me up, but it didn't solve the depression. The professionals I talked to and other people in my life (Thank you Steve, my best friend 'til the end) helped me get over everything eventually. I can't be sure that Paxil's cheering me up helped at all anyway, because as soon as the drug would wear off, I would return to a depressed state. So, every day was a normal-depressed cycle, kind of chaotic. I believe that I would be exactly where I am today without ever taking Paxil. Knowing what I know now and given the choice, I wouldn't have taken it.