I'm just saying that Tom Cruise is an idiot.
I can go months doing all the mental exercises in existence, work hard, exercise, eat right, and even swallow down St. John's Wort and still feel like crap. But a couple days back on citalopram and I'll be good as new.
SSRIs are not the end-all to avoiding depression. But having fought this battle for twenty years, both with meds and without, I think at this point, esp. as I get older, that the notion of trying to fight depression with taking meds makes about as much sense to me as a person trying to fight diabetes without insulin injections.
p.s. No, I'm not gay. I'm thin and single, but I'm not neat by any stretch of the imagination.
p.p.s. In case the p.s. seems obscure, it's a reference to a famous "Seinfeld" episode.