I am further down the road than you, but my journey with depressions/anxiety meds started at age 33 when Graves Disease decided to visit with both physical and psychological symptoms. After radioactive ablation I had quite a number of uneventful years, sticking with prozac. Then my DR said, let’s wean you off, you probably don’t need this anymore. When Menopause set my thyroid off again, with worse anxiety than I had ever experienced before, I went back on another med because they told me you can’t go back on the same one even though I was fine with it and had no side effects. Then I started to read that these meds may not be great after “a certain age” as they can contribute to cognitive decline, and you have to weigh the benefits against the possible problems. So, I weaned off. And it was rough, even though I took a couple months to do it. Was fine for about two years, then the Anxiety started waking me up in the morning with just that undefined feeling of dread. If I make myself jump out of bed right away and go to the gym, I can head it off. If not, getting out of bed can be a real battle. I just hate that I have to feel this way almost every single morning. But don’t hate it enough to play dementia roulette with my brain. So, I guess the moral of my story is that these meds are often necessary and life-saving, but being on them long term is still uncharted territory — and, as with many medical issues, women over “a certain age” are pretty much invisible. Be the squeaky wheel!