I was on prozac twice, and both times became very ill. The last time if it hadn't been for my husband I would have killed myself. I can't remember much about it... I remember the start of the day, but not the end of it, only waking up with my husband sitting up in bed watching me. I was so scared of doctors that he didn't in the end call an ambulance, but kept an eye on me for days while I "came down" cold turkey off prozac. I wouldn't touch it now with a barge pole. That was when I was wrongly diagnosed.