Two months before she killed her children with exercise bands, Lindsay Clancy told her prescriber she was unable to determine what was real. Disoriented, forgetful, confused, disconnected.
They kept writing scripts.
Here's what she reported and what they gave her, in order.
Mid October 2022. A psychiatrist starts her on 25mg of Zoloft. Within days it's doubled to 50.
She reports she hasn't slept in 48 hours. Racing thoughts. Worsening anxiety.
20 October. She reports heart palpitations and says her mental health is getting worse.
They take her off the Zoloft and prescribe Ativan and Benadryl.
16 November. She goes to the ER with insomnia, anxiety and heart palpitations.
She's sent home with trazodone.
20 November. Her mother in law rings a perinatal behavioural health programme.
Lindsay tells them she's "very frustrated, scared" with extreme insomnia and racing thoughts. They prescribe Prozac.
24 November. She reports the Prozac is making her insomnia worse.
So they add Ambien, Remeron and Klonopin. Three more on top.
The very next day she tells the practitioner she's unable to determine what's real. Disoriented. Forgetful. Confused. Disconnected.
Nobody stops.
28 November. She's getting three hours of sleep. Disoriented and scared.
They prescribe Seroquel. Her husband testified last week that this is where "her big spiral started".
2 December. She reports she's suicidal and hearing things.
Three days later she rings a crisis hotline asking to be admitted. She's told she doesn't meet the criteria.
6 December. She and Patrick go back to the practitioner together. He tells them she's far worse since starting the Seroquel.
They increase the dose.
20 December. Back to the ER, suicidal. The next day she admits herself into a programme and is removed, because the doctor says she's just overmedicated and doesn't have a mental health issue.
She admits herself to a different hospital. She's discharged with trazodone.
10 January. A psychiatrist prescribes Valium, then amitriptyline.
On 24 January she reported hearing a male voice say: "This is your last chance. Kill the children so you can kill yourself."
Her kids were 5, 3 and 8 months.
13 psychiatric drugs in four months. She reported it was getting worse at every single stage and every single time the answer was another drug.
Not one person in that chain asked whether the treatment had become the illness.
This was not a mysterious psychiatric event appearing out of nowhere. It was a progressive collapse of brain function under postpartum stress, extreme insomnia, autonomic overdrive and relentless pharmacological interference.
The warning signs were explicit: racing thoughts, palpitations, worsening anxiety, disorientation, derealisation, suicidality and hallucinations. Yet every sign of deterioration was interpreted as a reason to add, switch or increase another drug.
Psychiatry cannot keep pretending that SSRIs, benzodiazepines, antipsychotics, sedating antidepressants and hypnotics are inert tools with no capacity to induce activation, akathisia, paradoxical reactions, delirium, withdrawal states or psychosis. These outcomes are documented, and this is not the first case in which severe behavioural disintegration followed escalating psychiatric polypharmacy.
The most disturbing fact is not that one clinician made one mistake but that an entire system repeatedly watched her lose contact with reality and still treated the worsening condition as proof that she needed more chemical suppression.
At some point, the treatment became part of the disease. The establishment does not want that sentence said out loud, which is exactly why it needs to be said louder.
Ladies, imagine someone doing your cooking, cleaning, running errands & endless invisible domestic labor. Imagine how much TIME that would free up for your career and hobbies. For the average male, that IS their reality. Then they turn around and claim women "contribute nothing."
i just did the BOFA thing to my mum and she goes "that's very rude" and I said "i'm sorry, i meant it as a parody" and she said "of what?" then i said "a parod-eez nuts" and i heard my dad laugh from the other room
Meet Joey Abel, the Delco native who sunburned LeBron into his back.
He was in Sea Isle when the idea occurred to him.
“I was like, ‘How can I get a LeBron jersey as fast as possible?’ And that’s where my mind went.”
He has no plans to apply aloe vera:
https://t.co/pEWbKI75Yp
I never understood “using” men solely for things like vacations/dinners/experiences because doing anything with a man I don’t like sounds like my person version of hell lmao