I know that is not correct.  I was spiralling downward.  He change my meds once and neglected to tell me the terrible side affects I was getting was probably because of my withdrawal symptoms form zoloft and welbutrin.  I returned to those meds and got increasingly worse...with thoughts of suicide.  Finally, in desperation on the day I had an appointment with him, I stopped taking all meds.  But after a couple of days i started taking a very small does of zoloft realizing the terrible side affects I was experiencing was from the drugs....By feb 6 the only drugs i now take are atavan.  Could not lick the anxiety.  I cry and cry and cry.  Confusion is better...but I am at work marginally and my job is very stressful with a big layoff in the middle of all this.  I suppose I should mention I lost my sister to cancer about 18 months ago andmy 88 yr old dad has dimentia and I with the help of my husband have to do it all.  I am deeply in debt....  Don't worry, I have an appointment with a new doctor on Monday.  I am hoping she will listen and not just be judge and jury like the other dr.  I felt like all he wanted was for me to say ok and come every 3 mo and give him his money.  Depression has been a part of my life all my life.  I am not against meds because when they work they are wonderful.  One cannot explain how it feels to want to live again and look forward to a new day.  To find things funny again, have energy and not to have to try so hard to say or do the right thing.  I was just hoping someone out there would tell me yes, there is hope for me.