I was forced on SSRIs and actually had auditory hallucinations. The shrink said it was fine since I knew they weren't real and prescribed me more stuff on top of the zoloft. I called my mom in the middle of the night with a kitchen knife in my hand to tell her that nothing I was going to do was her fault and thst it was all me. She talked me down from killing my abusive ex and wired me money to escape with my cat to her house. She weaned me off the drugs. I had never been homicidal before the drugs and haven't been since. They really distort reality and for me numbed me to the point I could logic everything out and not care about the consequences any longer. It was so odd looking back.