One genuine one, age 18, I was hopeless because I'd been in therapy and two different psych hospitals and nothing had helped. It was eighteen months after I first saw a T and I got back to my room after a college class that I had sat through but couldn't remember being at. That was it.

One partial one earlier this year, age 43, I started drinking and got a horrific headache before I even started taking the pills. Turns out a med I'd started six weeks before does not mix well with alcohol. Had splitting headache all the next day too. It was not the worst headache of my life (I've got migraines) So I guess I didn't really want to do it then.