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Kim Witczak's avatar

Boom 💥 You nailed it, Roger. Your words hit straight to the heart—because like you, I’ve lived it.

Long before I was blindsided and thrown into my drug safety advocacy after my husband Woody died by suicide, just five weeks after being prescribed Zoloft for insomnia, I had already witnessed the quiet cost of what you so eloquently described.

Years earlier, I helped bring a program called Free Arts to Minnesota, using the power of creativity and caring volunteers to kids who had been abused, neglected, and forgotten by the system. After one session, the children (ages 8 to 12) excitedly showed us where they lived in their group home. I’ll never forget when several kids picked up tiny plastic cups filled with pills, like it was nothing.

Shocked, I asked the staff if they were all sick …like strep throat.

She said, “No. That’s their behavior medicine.”

I didn’t have the words for it then, but something in me knew this wasn’t healing. That moment planted a seed.

Fast forward a few years—Woody is dead, and I’m sitting on FDA Advisory Committee. That’s where I saw the machine from the inside. The “experts” nodding to “the data.” The blind acceptance of pharmaceutical narratives. The absence of critical questioning. The silencing of those who dare to ask why.

We’ve pathologized pain. We’ve treated trauma like a glitch. And we’ve replaced human connection and compassion with checklists and pills. We’ve given our power away to those playing God and think they “know better” than us.

Like you, I can’t sit back and do nothing. I know what happens when we do. I’ve seen what’s at stake…for vulnerable kids (especially unborn babies), for grieving families, for anyone who dares to trust the system too deeply.

I can’t wait to hear your 5 minutes. I know it will be powerful and leave a lasting mark. And I’m grateful to Commissioner Makary for convening this long-overdue conversation.

Thank you for your boldness, your clarity, and for being a voice rooted in love NOT fear. These conversations matter. You’re helping people wake up.

Huge fan!!!

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Dorothy Searcaigh's avatar

This is one of the best articles I have ever read,thank you.

I am in the UK. This is my experience. I experienced older medications but the values and procedures are much the same.

I was diagnosed at 20 years old. I had decided to leave the Mormon church and a University course which could only lead to teaching.

I was exhausted and all Hell broke loose at home. I was overly anxious and persuaded by a GP to go to the local mental hospital, where someone would have the time and knowledge to talk over my issues and help me.

That's the last I could remember for a long time. I was not given information on diagnosis,just expected to take pills unquestionly.

I was eventually given lithium carbonate which had horrific side effects including lethargy,raging thirst and incontinence( the latter made the psychiatrist laugh). Lithium carbonate is toxic and had to be monitored by regular blood tests, which also reveals if it is taken regularly.

I forgot my previous decisions and returned to church and University. When I remembered leaving I was terrified to do so again - it took another year to pluck up courage .

I was eventually discharged as recovered in my early 40s, I had been very lucky in the doctor who was assigned.

I had fairly strong feminist views, an antipathy to organised religion, tend not to wear make up and was impoverished in earlier life so could not afford expensive clothes. All this affected assessments, the doctors expected slimline skirts,make up and generally conventional behaviour.

There was always what I felt to be intrusive interest in my fertility. I was told not to get pregnant without telling my psychiatrist,because I had to be prepared. When I asked one doctor what effect my medication would have on a baby he shrugged and replied, "What does it matter,you are not married." I was divorced at the time.

I learned that other women were ' kept on Lithium' throughout pregnancy, and closely monitored.

My own instinct,even with a partner, was that I wouldn't have children while on medication because I wouldn't want to subject a developing child to the debilitating effects of medication in my system.

When I moved I away from home I was given weekly appointments,travel was expensive, I was given tours of the wards to show me where I would come, I was questioned endlessly about how I spent my time, who my friends were and how I met them. I was unemployed,due largely to stigma and a time of widespread unemployment,and the frequent hospital visits meant expensive journeys. I struggled to afford food.

I believe I would have been better helped by talking therapies,and by some support to make the changes I need in life. Medication doesn't help with problems,it makes it more difficult to deal with them and easier to avoid them.

I have worked in third sector mental health services, which I can't discuss.

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