I took antidepressants for the first time a few weeks before my 16th birthday. It was three weeks into my first and most gruelling episode of all-consuming, paralysing anxiety.
Seemingly from nowhere, I became gripped by disturbing, intrusive thoughts. I was destined to commit murder, would die alone, was a psychopath and so on.
They played over and over, leaving little space for anything else. I barely slept or ate. Eventually my mother took me to see our family GP.