n this story I want to point on the classic pattern that happens to so many of us and happened to Jazz too. We have some sort of crisis. We are medicated and told we need drugs for the rest of our lives. The drugs makes us worse, increase our instability and rather than recognizing this fact the doctors become all the more convinced of the diagnosis they've given us. This generally leads to more drugging. This is exactly what happened to Jazz. It is only a strange twist of fate and a deep sense of intuition that saved Jazz from continuing down this corridor. It is my hope and Jazz's too that some of you will recognize yourselves and wonder if the drugs might be making you worse too?