In week six of the fluoxetine treatment, Darren shifted—and violently—away from the pattern that he’d followed on citalopram. On citalopram, he’d never come away from listless, apathetic, and depressed. And until week six of the fluoxetine, Jayden had watched the same symptoms unfold: the swinging between insomnia and narcoleptic-scale sleeping, the loss of appetite, the nausea, the loss of s*x drive (and function), the jags of tears in the night, and the unwavering, unyielding, rock-solid depression.
And then Darren exploded.
Jayden had managed to work him out of bed on the Sunday and get him into the kitchen for lunch, purportedly to help, and in reality to try and get some actual food down him. The doctor had weighed him on their last appointment, and Darren had lost half a stone that
