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Every time I run my hand through my hair, sick to my stomach at the sight of my precious hairs falling, maybe never to grow back, I think about it. I know how stupid this sounds -- you can't turn back time. But I can't stop going back to the moment I took my first pill. If I only knew what ensued. I'd give anything to be back, facing the hardships I had at that time, the silly thoughts that drove me here, they seem so petty now. I used to brag about how I never regret anything, I wasn't lying, I truly didn't. Now, the first time I truly experience regret, it seems like the hardest emotion I ever had to tolerate. However silly, unreal, nonsensical this is, I can't stop imagining turning back time. Sometimes I'm trying to talk god into making a bargain; I'd trade all my achievements and talents for the undoing of this one critical moment. Then I release a bitter chuckle, It's futile. Still, I experience it as though it could happen, every single day. Does anybody else feel this way? I'd love to hear your experiences with regret

Hello, Have your wife or husband after stopping the SSRI, regreted decisions such as divorce and come back for a second chance? If so, how long did it take him or her to ask for it, or what triggered them to reconsider their decisions? Thank you for your time, my heart is acking as I have break up with the love of my life due to a stupid two month course of fluoxetine.