A large number of rampage shooters have been on anti-depressants, from what I have read.

http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC1564177/

but millions owe their lives to anti-depressants. As a matter of fact, teen suicides went up after the black box warnings went out -

http://www.forbes.com/sites/alicegwalton/2012/02/10/antidepressants-the-black-box-and-a-paradox/

Anyone familiar with anti-depressant use will tell you that finding the right one(s) is a matter of trial and error for every individual. My opinion is that anti-depressants are generally safe for patients and society as a whole. However, in my opinion, an angry depressed person will sit at home and brood while an angry depressed person on medication will be able to lash out at whatever they're angry at.

having used these drugs. Neither had a pleasant experience. One guy said it was the worst thing he had ever been through getting OFF of the drugs. The other one lived in my house. He spent up to $800 a month on the drugs because he had no insurance.The drugs turned him into a zombie. He would sleep 12-14 hours a day. He would go to sleep after work, wake up at 8 pm, think it was morning and go on another install job. His customers were a little puzzled when he knocked on their door at 9 pm. He began to think my dishes and silverware were disposable and began throwing them away. I made the mistake of letting him cut the lawn once and he ran over all of my flowers (sorry, can't help it, that one makes me laugh). He actually walked like a zombie, all hunched over and wandering aimlessly.

He kept asking me to get him into the band I was playing with. When the opportunity arose, I recommended him. I thought this would help his outlook a little. I spent a whole week preparing him (he didn't want to practice), assigning him vocal parts and making sure he had the arrangements. The night before we were to leave to on a very well paying three day run, he said he didn't want to do it. I understand the depression part of this, but he was on the drugs to help with his depression. He tried to stop, but said he felt so horrible he couldn't stop. I don't ever remember him being like that before he was on anti-depressants.

And he stunk. Horribly. Yes, it was the drugs that made him smell bad. I will never forget that smell. I can tell when someone near me is on these drugs. I ended up asking him to find another place to live.

He had to go to a rehab to clean up. No coffee, no cigs, no nothing. Not long after he got out, he was told he needed a heart bypass or he would die. He told me he wasn't going to get the surgery and had about 6 months left. I think he will get the surgery, but who knows.

for some of us, it's a life long illness. I suspect that at some point it will be discovered that very early treatment can mean that the brain can be "rewired: to function properly. For those of us who start treatment later, the drugs can correct things as long as we stay on the drugs, but the drugs can not repair what is damaged or missing. In other words, for some of us, there is no getting off the drugs without falling back into depression.

These are very powerful drugs, so getting off them would be at least as difficult as quitting cigarettes or alcohol. That is to be expected.
I have seen people do a guided taper with no difficulty. Your mileage may vary.

Another factor is that not all these drugs are prescribed correctly or for the right people. Sometimes depression is not the only problem involved. If other problems are in play, I would expect some nasty results such as you describe.

I kinda thought that was much of the point of "going postal"?

it's just that there are a lot of postal workers. In that sense, it is an unfortunate term.

Do you object to the term because it incorrectly labels the post office, or because it incorrectly describes these incidents?

I went in there to buy a bunch for my mom's newsletter. Anyway, they were out of first-class stamps. They had to sell me a crap ton of penny, nickel and dime stamps and we had to put five stamps on each newsletter. I said something like, "Oh, man. I can't believe you guys. You gave all my stamps away to someone else" you know, just kidding around. And in a mocking stern voice he said "I can tell you're upset, you're not going to go customer on me are you?"

I guess postal workers have come to realize there are a lot of crazy people inside the post office. They just realize which side of the counter they stand on. lolz.

"The problem isn't with the military handling of soldiers with mental health problems; if anything, they are better taken care of than the average civilian."

Completely...