I just turned 42 and I’ve been struggling with finding the right antidepressant for me. It’s been a rollercoaster of emotions and side effects, but I haven’t given up hope. Each new medication brings with it the possibility of relief, and I hold onto that hope every day. I know I’m not alone in this journey, and I’m grateful for the support of my friends and family. I also find comfort in connecting with others who are going through similar experiences. It’s not easy, but I believe that with the right support and patience, I will find the antidepressant that works for me. I’m taking it one day at a time, and I refuse to give up. I want to encourage anyone else in a similar situation to stay strong and keep pushing forward. There is hope, and I am determined to find it.