Twelve years ago I secretly "catapulted myself out of depression" into mania with a self-prescribed flood dose of DXM (dextromethorphan) in the form of two boxes of OTC cough suppressant tablets swallowed with the disgusted determination of a drug mule pounding condoms packed with smack. I read something on Erowid or somewhere about DXM's off-label antidepressant potential. It was irresponsible, ill-advised and possibly suicidal, but it worked, and I didn't vomit or pass out or break anything. The DXM high was really nice while it lasted. I haven't tried it again since. I'm neither a doctor nor a pharmacist; don't touch DXM at the suggestion of this post. Don't even leave the house.