I'm was relieved to read your comment. I was afraid I had said the wrong thing. All I want for people who suffer from mental illness is relief and peace. It is so terrible and lonely to be depressed, to see things that make you wonder if they really exist, to wander around the house looking for the radio or T.V. that's "on" when it's not on and the noise is in your head, to only seem to connect to your pets or your houseplants or the stars. Then there's this hope that a drug will help. Maybe it does. Maybe it doesn't and your hopes get dashed...again. Maybe you feel better for weeks, months, years then suddenly the 'black plague' returns. It's god awful. Yesterday I ran into an old so called friend who thinks I'm a malingerer. The tension of that experience triggered a serious funk. Today I was in tears after two hours of dealing with Medicare and my Part D provider. I still have to call Medicaid and couldn't. I feel like a malingerer now and utterly dependent...utterly crushed by my interactions with humans. I don't like being this fragile, but that's what mental illness does to me. I'm rambling and emotional right now. Anyway, I do want your meds to work Liz. I want you and everyone else to have some respite from their respective mental illnesses. It's hard work.