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“A patient complains of feeling nervous or fearful. These feelings and behaviors suggest that the patient has an anxiety disorder, and the doctor prescribes whatever drug will most probably work for an anxiety disorder. However, there's no conclusive way to tell that this patient definitely has an anxiety disorder. Even if the doctor did get the diagnosis correct, there's a great deal of variation regarding which drug class (for example, anti-anxiety drugs versus antidepressants) a particular individual will respond to and which drug within a class (for example, Prozac versus Zoloft) will work best. If the drug doesn't work, the doctor will try the next one on the list and so on, thus delaying treatment success and complicating the process with the mix-and-match type of treatment.”

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The Alcoholism and Addiction Cure: A Holistic Approach to Total Recovery

The Alcoholism and Addiction Cure provides an in-depth look at holistic approaches to treating alcoholism and addiction. It covers a range of topics including the psychological, physical, and social aspects of addiction. The book aims to help individuals understand the root causes of addiction and offers practical solutions for overcoming it. It includes insights from various experts in the field and is intended for both those struggling with addiction and those supporting them. more

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Chris Prentiss

Chris Prentiss, born in 1936, is an American author whose works span a variety of genres, including novels, autobiographies, and children's literature. Known for his unique narrative style and profound insights into human nature, Prentiss has gained a wide readership with his diverse body of work. more

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