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Dear Dianny, I was and still am dealing with the devastating loss of our only child just about 3 years ago. He was 31, had moved to Chicago and found a nice girl, and he seemed to be on a positive trajectory. The coroner declared it was an accidental OD of fentanyl. I got together a couple months ago with my best friend, and as we were catching up, he showed me care and compassion. He’s always the funniest and smartest guy in the room, so this was decidedly a different behavior for him. He relayed a personal story, so I was very interested. His mom was in her mid 40’s when he was born and those two were joined at the hip. She died several years ago and he found himself in a deep and dark hole. His G.P. wrote him a script for a relatively minor anti-depressant, Wellbutrin. He said he tolerated it well and that it helped him think more clearly. When I got back to town, I made a beeline to my G.P. and told him the whole story. Without hesitation, he started me on Wellbutrin with a follow up in a week, then again in 2 more weeks. He has adjusted the dosage and, now some 2 months later, I can say that it has made a welcome difference. I’m a big fan of your musings, and I’m so sorry you are so broken hearted.

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