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Till a week ago, it was thought a lethal concoction of antidepressants had killed Sunanda Pushkar, wife of politician Shashi Tharoor. This is the second time Alprax has featured prominently in a case of suicide-homicide; in 2002, Delhi socialite Natasha Singh allegedly popped 32 Alprax tablets before jumping to her death. In a country that stigmatises those who suffer from routine psychiatric issues, this casts an unfairly sinister shadow on a pretty mild anti anxiety pill, which, when taken appropriately is far more likely to improve your life.
I have just returned from Goa where my best friends have named their holiday home Zoloft after the antidepressant they’re both on. Nothing like cavalier self-mockery to take the sting out of stigma or to make conversation around a difficult subject surprisingly easy. Over several evenings at Zoloft (the name funnily enough spurred some startling disclosures), I discovered along with the usual anxiety about weight gain, back pain and sleeplessness is crazily rampant and people think nothing of casually self-medicating. Mobiswift for neckaches, Restoril to calm your nerves, Allegra for allergies. Who needs a doctor? Combined with occasional hard living and stress, the potential for abuse is scary.
I have always thanked my stars I don’t have the least proclivity for substances of any kind and that I think twice before popping a Disprin. I have belonged to the sceptical (or less evolved) part of the population which dismisses illnesses like depression as the curse of privilege in the absence of any real trauma. Until I started suffering from bouts of sleeplessness — the most aggravating of problems, especially since you’re not sure it’s a problem to begin with.
Random advice from friends came pouring in which I absorbed and disregarded. It took me a couple of months to drag myself to a doctor and I had to endure some annoying personal questions before I could get him to write me a prescription. Sleep medication has become so sophisticated that it can target specific issues. I was fine in a week. Makes one wonder about the need to constantly filter our experience to a narrow and outdated paradigm of acceptance. Like in the tragic suicide of a 27-year-old photographer recently, whose parents will forever be wondering what signs they missed and if an intervention would have had a profoundly different conclusion.
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