this was many years ago. Major , Major! depression hit and I didn't respond very well to any of the meds they made me worse even agressive at times any way I lost any form of reason and my doc at the time refused to have anything to do with me other than have me sent to a state hospital ( no confidentiality in those places) when I got out I felt like a whipped idiot since I didn't feel compfortable going to some one new he agreed to see me, but I didn't know that he was sticking labels on me that I still can't live down. short version of the story