I had a housemate who was put on Parnate, because of depression. (His wife had dumped him. He was out of work. Somebody stole his wallet. He'd have been weird if he wasn't depressed.)

The stuff made him so lethargic he couldn't work. Since he also couldn't get disability that was a problem. He had the disposition of a grizzly bear, when he was taking the stuff. There was a long list of common foods he couldn't eat.   Now and again, he'd keel over and one night he damn near had a stroke!
All in all, I was very happy when he changed to a different antidepressant.
Some time after, I had on Roberts and Barrand's "Present From The Gentlemen", which has a funny song about Hamlet. I'd played it before when he was around, told him the song was funny, and been dismissed with a grunt. That time he listened and laughed.

I worked for a psychiatrist's family once. You could have hung a sign on the front door, "This Home Furnished By Pfizer, Merck and Eli Lilly". Office supplies, phones, clocks, assorted other goodies, meds for his hypochondriac wife and his child who was diabetic, all free from the drug companies.

Nobody needs an assault rifle. They should be illegal.

I'm not sure how many people need the meds psychiatrists are so fond of prescribing these days.