Xanax never worked for me either - just made me sleepy and I really don't need much help with that! I used to have severe panic attacks. Just the thought of leaving my house and or getting in a car put me over the edge. I didn't leave my house for a whole year because of it. I'm glad that part of my life is in the past. They put me on zoloft at first and that made me sleepy and if I was awake, suicidal. Also glad that's in the past. I take citalopram now and a pretty low dosage at that. I sometimes wonder if I need more but then I think that life is just emotional and I don't need to medicate to the point of not feeling. I don't want to do that.

Whatever your issues, it's never okay to be an ass to someone else. It just never is. I wish people could just be and let other's be. Seriously, as long as you're not hurting yourself or others? Just leave people alone and let them be.

I used to get all emotional over the stupidest things and even cry over a sad looking burger (I really did. Freaked my friends out good. The moment I realised I needed help)

I got put on a low dosage of something (a lot of switches in the beginning) for a long while and I've now officially stopped taking anti depressants for 4 years or so. I still get ups and downs (it's hereditary, so I will remain cautious and since then I've only had one brief relapse), but not quite as badly anymore. Sadly from those days I've learned to hide my emotions. (due to trying so hard whenever I felt something a lot I would try and hide it and you'd only see me affected when I felt past my limits. Sadly I really felt A LOT so people thought I was a crybaby)
Whenever I feel something really a lot I just kind of act all unaffected now due to habit. It tends to cause miscommunication and I've lost a few friends. Luckily my parents/sister/grandparents/two of my friends understand me enough to know it's all bluster. But it's kind of sad really... At a certain point even my two closest aunts thought I was just that unfeeling and cold...

M o i: I'd prefer the arguments over not caring. During the search for the right medication I had a while of not caring (still depressed, just not caring about anything)... It scared me so much deep down, but I couldn't even care about being scared. It's like I wasn't there anymore. It was only afterwards that the fear really broke through. Luckily I still lived at home and my parents realized the problem and immediately rescheduled with the doc to try other meds and throw out those. But it really was no fun and scary. I hope I never have that again. It's dangerous.