Thanks to Prozac, I’m Surrounded by Murderers, Rapists and Worse

“The doctor said Prozac would make me happy. I’m not happy.”

 

NOTE FROM ICFDA:

THIS IS A LETTER FROM A YOUNG MAN NAMED KURT DANYSH WHO COMMITTED A VIOLENT ACT ON PROZAC. AFTER READING IT, IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO DONATE TO HIS LEGAL DEFENSE FUND, EVERY DOLLAR WOULD BE APPRECIATED. IT TAKES KURT ABOUT A MONTH AND HALF TO MAKE $20 IN THE PRISON WHERE HE MAY BE FOR THE NEXT TWENTY TO SIXTY SOME YEARS. PLEASE SEND DONATIONS TO THE KURT DANYSH LEGAL AID FUND, C/O OF JOSEPHINE MILEA, 111 FOX RUN ROAD, STEWARTZVILLE, NJ 08886 OR CALL 908 479 2289 FOR MORE INFORMATION. THANKS, ICFDA
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I am so sorry to hear your son’s story. I am sorry I cannot contribute to his memorial fund financially, but I send you my support and prayers. (See the ICFDA Survivor Story“He Never Said Goodbye.”)

I am sure you are wondering why me, a convicted murderer, is writing. Your son and I have something in common. I was placed on Prozac in 1996 for depression. I was 18 and naïve. About three weeks into “treatment,” I became irrational. Paranoid, and violent. This was very out-of-character for me. In a week’s time, I slapped my girlfriend, beat up a friend, and purposefully crashed my truck into a stone wall. Now most people would notice they were behaving abnormally, but on Prozac, you think that you are rational, even at irrational times.

That is the best way I can explain it. I finally went over the edge on April 25th, 1996. I walked 13 miles to my father’s home in a trance-like state. I was very calm, but it was as if I was watching myself from outside.

At my father’s home, I visited with my father for a while, and in the middle of the visit while he bent over to pick something up, I shot and killed him. There was no reason for harming him. I loved my father very much. To this day, I can’t say exactly what I was thinking at that moment.

After the shooting, I turned myself in to police where I calmly confessed to the shooting. I knew now that my behavior was out of control. I told the police that the meds I was on had been making me act weird, but they didn’t want to hear my “excuses.”

Even at court, my attorney said he could find no evidence to show Prozac caused violence. The makers of Prozac even offered to aid the prosecution’s case against me. Protecting their drug al all costs.

To avoid the death penalty, I pleaded guilty to Murder Three. I am serving 22 1/2 to 60 years in a maximum security prison. I am surrounded by murderers, rapists, and worse every day. All I wanted was help. The doctor said Prozac would make me happy. I’m not happy.

Cases like your son’s and mine are not as rare as people think. I pray someday, we will find the justice we deserve and the truth will be told. I will keep you and your family in my prayers.

God bless you.

Kurt Danysh
#DL-4879
SCI FRACKVILLE
1111 Altamont Blvd.
Frackville, PA 17931

 

3/21/2002

This is Survivor Story number 36.
Total number of stories in current database is 48

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