Antidepressants Work No Better Than a Placebo
Matthew Whalley writes "Researchers got hold of published and unpublished data from drug companies regarding the effectiveness of the most common antidepressant drugs. Previously, when meta-analyses have been conducted on only the published data, the drugs were shown to have a clinically significant effect. However, when the unpublished data is taken into account the difference between the effects of drug and placebo becomes clinically meaningless — just a 1 or 2 point difference on a 30-point depression rating scale — except for the most severely depressed patients. Doctors do not recommend that patients come off antidepressant drugs without support, but this study is likely to lead to a rethink regarding how the drugs are licensed and prescribed."
A while ago somebody noticed that anti-depressant drugs don't work at all unless they have some side-effects. The side-effects remind the user that he or she is taking a wow-must-be-powerful drug, which increases its placebo effect. The upshot is that it is completely counterproductive to search for an anti-depressant drug that has no side-effects. In fact, the more side-effects the better.
I don't remember more details than this, though.
In any case, it reminds me of a similar effect in microeconomics, in which consumers would tend to evaluate a widget more favorably if they had paid more money for it.
FATMOUSE + YOU = FATMOUSE
I was on Zoloft for a couple of years way back when I was a teenager. It did fuckall to help my depression, I still hated life and still contemplated suicide, but I noticed something funny after I stopped taking it (due to severe gastrointestinal side effects). A few days after I'd quit the pills cold turkey, I was thinking of something I was stressed about, and along with the common wave of emotional despair, felt a physical sinking in my chest that I realized I hadn't felt for... about two years. I laughed when I realized that that was probably the chemical reaction that the SSRI had been halting, and laughed harder the longer I contemplated what a drop in the bucket it was in the scope of the depression I was struggling with. It made me understand the extent to which the Zoloft was just targeting a symptom of a larger problem, like any number of other medications do. There may be some people whose depression truly does stem from such a one-note imbalance, and I truly hope that the medication can help them, but it doesn't surprise me that antidepressants could be so insignificant to so many others.
I have to agree. My sister and mother are both are anti-depression meds... And I used to feel I was depressed, but wouldn't do anything about it.
I no longer feel depressed and I know why: I have hobbies now.
My mother and sister don't have hobbies at all... They just sit around and play games or watch tv... They have nothing to look forward to each day, or even each week.
Me, I can't -wait- to get home and mess with one or more of my hobbies at any given time... I've got so many that it's actually a burden at times to decide what I want to mess with... And I want to add more.
It really was the difference between wondering what life's about and loving my life.
I'm not a doctor, and this isn't the solution for everyone... But I'd bet a -lot- of people would be better off if they had things to look forward to, instead of living life minute-by-minute and never looking forward. Having friends is not 'having a life'. Having a future is, and that -should- include friends to do those things with.
"If you make people think they're thinking, they'll love you; But if you really make them think, they'll hate you." - DM
It's funny, I used to be among the camp of people that would say "just make yourself be happy". For me it was really that simple. Anytime I was in a bad mood I could just will myself out of it and simply could not understand other people that couldn't.
That was of course until I started taking steroids, no not the shoot 'em in your ass and get big kind, the prescription kind. Now a normal dose for this drug is 5-10mg usually given for skin problems and sometimes for asthma. The bottle specifically states that you should not suddenly stop taking this medication and there needs to be a weening period to help you get off of this drug. The dose I was given was 120mg that I was instructed to start on the first day of the month, take for 5 days and then stop altogether. The goal was to try to make my immune system recover from months of intensive chemotherapy. After the second day of taking this medication, my mood could only be described as extremely optimistic about everything and a view that I was, for the most part, wholly invincible. This feeling lasted until the sixth day at which point I had stopped taking the drug and started to feel like the world was literally crumbling around me. I would see a commercial on TV and start to cry when I realized that I do sometimes get that 'Not so fresh feeling'. It was ridiculous. At one point I got into an argument with an old friend who did not know what I had been going through, and for a moment considered jumping 3 stories to my death so she could see how much she hurt me.
It was at that moment that I realized what true depression was. I looked back on the moment a week later after the side effects had dithered and thought about how irrational those thoughts were. At the time when I was having them however, they seemed a perfectly logical solution. Now I realize this is an extreme case brought on by side effects of a powerful drug, but it does represent to me how an unbalancing of chemicals in the brain can greatly affect a persons mood and I will never again jump to the conclusion that a persons depression is not affected by a real problem with their physiology.
With regards to the placebo effects of anti-depressant drugs, I will say that at one point I was prescribed Lexipro by my doctor for what at the time was really situational depression. This drug was certainly no placebo. While it did not make me happier, it had the affect of making me extremely anxious and angry. I developed very violent tendencies over the 2 weeks I was on it. This drug was obviously mis-prescribed by a bad doctor, but it most certainly altered my brain chemistry. My cousin, who is more similar to me that our parents are to each other (sisters), was prescribed the same drug with very similar effects. So there may be some drugs out there prescribed for depression that don't work for a lot of people, and others that have unintended effects, but this may be due more to doctors not understanding the illness of their patients and not understanding the drugs intended uses.
I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.