Mental Health Blog - antidepressant treatment review

Two months ago on Nov 27 my daughter died by suicide. She was 27, beautiful, radiant, wild, smart, witty, kind, compassionate, very tattooed, loved bikes, her dog and metal music. She had also recently been prescribed zoloft for anxiety and low level depression.

Every day, every moment when I think of it, new feelings, still in shock, the shock is wearing off as I run out of things to do that have to do with her death.

I am surprised by the lack of anger that I feel. I have no doubt–the same with her therapist and mine– that her suicide was the result of using zoloft. I asked her prescribing psychiatrist why he didn’t warn her about the very high possibility of suicidal thoughts in the first 6 weeks of zoloft use. I asked why he didn’t monitor closely –which is supposed to be zoloft protocol. He responded the ” she didn’t seem depressed” why the  prescription then.

For some reason I can’t relate to journaling–well I can’t relate to much– so I will write here and see where I go with it. I want to tell her story, our story, the story of a small family she and I and how we got here. Because I want to understand or maybe I just need to keep focusing on her so I look for avenues that allow this.