I may be late to the party, but I was actually prescribed Paxil when I was twelve and took it regularly for three years. I didn't have suicidal thoughts until after, but during it's use (unknown to me) I had become more aggressive. At the time, I had been living with my father, step-mother, and her two kids. I didn't realize it, but according to our county psychologist (small town) I was clinically depressed and under her judgement had wrote a prescription for Paxil. To be honest, in hindsight I probably was depressed. My step-brother had been molesting me and I didn't know how to bring it up. I didn't believe anyone would believe me, because my Step-Brother was nearly two years younger than me, and a model student and child as far as everyone around me was concerned. I was always the one who got in trouble in school for speaking out of turn and not the best kid, because I omitted too much. I've always thought of lying as an active thing, rather than passive. As in, I didn't bring up when I got into trouble. That's was considered lying. Even though if asked I would tell the truth; not telling them was lying about it. Either way, I was prescribed this drug. I didn't know I was acting any differently. It effected me so subtly that I didn't notice an obvious difference in attitude or behavior. About a year after being on it, it was discover by my father and step-mother what my step-brother had been doing to me, except they saw it as an affair that we were having. Long story short, after ruling out a "Pray the Gay away" camp (too expensive), they sent me back to live with my Mother, her husband, my half-Brother and half-Sister. After two more years of continuously using this drug, my Mom decide to take me off of it. The reason why was because she saw how overly aggressive I had become over those two years. Looking back I can see it too. I couldn't sleep, static on the radio really pissed me off, and I acted violently toward my little Brother. Things I didn't notice at the time. I didn't know why I was so angry at the static or why my Brother made me so mad. So, my Mom made the connection that if I didn't take my Paxil for a couple of days then I was a much better kid. However, after being off of it I would often think about killing myself. About how much easier it would be on everyone if I wasn't there to bother them, but I was able to talk to my Brother without wanting to smash his head between the wall and the bed frame. He helped me see that it would only make it harder for everyone if I were to kill myself and over time those thoughts stopped waking me up. It took sometime. I'm not sure how long, but eventually I just stopped thinking about suicide. That's was about 10-11 years ago. I'm not sure where I was going with this. Just thought I would share my experience as a former user.

Edit: Sorry, so many edits. I've been drinking. My only day off for a while.