Makes sense. Anti-depressants will correct the chemical imbalance in the brain of someone who is clinically depressed and make them able to function, and it can sometimes take much trial and error with medications to find one that works for someone. Brats are not a chemical imbalance - they are physical beings that cannot be corrected with pills.
Anti-depressants target an issue in the person's head and manages it, ideally. You can't use them to manage external forces that are causing or worsening your depression, and the only way to deal with it in that case is to remove those external forces. Some parents do just that - they abandon their kids or kill them. But most of them feel they can't escape their brats and so anti-depressants might take the edge off their emotional/mental turmoil, but they won't magically make parenting a joyful experience. Those brats are still there, stifling you, suffocating you, stopping you from living the life you want. This particular user sounds like they are having the best possible outcome for a parent on anti-depressants: numbing their emotions just enough to slog through the day and not commit murder-suicide.
If you have to take fucking pills to try and make parenthood more tolerable, then maybe that's a big fat fucking hint that parenting ISN'T worth it? I wish more people would read such experiences before breeding. It's not like it's some well-kept secret or something that costs money to learn - it's right there, available freely and publicly online. People also need to get it through their heads that their children will not be different just because it's
their children too. I know there are people who will read the horror stories and go, "Oh, well, MY child won't be horrible like that!" Yes. Yes they will. They may even be worse. Assume the worst and decide from there.
I'm pretty sure I had/have depression as well, and I kind of stumbled into treatment for it when I noticed that I didn't cry and wish I was dead nearly as much when I took amitriptyline (for tension headaches), so I asked my doctor if I could stay on it for mental health reasons after it stopped helping my headaches. I know what I felt was barely the tip of the iceberg as far as what depression can do to a person too. Even with my likely mild case of depression, I would never have kids because I know it would not only get worse a hundred fold, but I'd be much too concerned that a screeching brat would be enough to put me over the edge and lead to me doing things that land my mugshot in the paper.
Brats don't have the sense to leave Mommy alone when she feels like a zombie or to back off when she's seconds away from strangling them, all they know is "ME ME ME, MINE MINE MINE, NOW NOW NOW" - they don't care about anyone but themselves because that's how kids just are with their limited scope of everything (which they hopefully grow out of). Brats are absolutely awful for the first few years of their lives and that's probably why, when paired with depressed and regretful parental units, some of them don't live to see the age of five.