'88 was my first bout. It was Elavil and benzo's, with a Dalmane chaser at night to knock me out. Fortunately, my family physician had known me since a baby and saw the warning signs and forced em on me. Probably saved my life. I called the combo "Damnitols", and I was full-on honey badger 24/7 for 3 years. I toughed out the 2nd bout, because I remembered how farkin HARD it was to wean from that shit, and it wasn't ideation severe.
The third round, that ended a year ago, was Lexapro and benzo's, with an Ambien night chaser. lol. Whatever, when it gets that bad, the shit DOES work. Generally, you just feel a medium amount like shit everyday, no swings or super low lows. No good days either, that's the medicine. Again, like you, took months and months of slow titration to wean to avoid the possible relapse. It's some fucked up stuff, I hope they figure it out some day. WAY more people go through it than care to admit, but it's getting easier to talk about.
I love my current doc. He tells it like it is. He warned me that typically, it's just part of our genetic make up. And it will occur more frequently as I get older. 3 bouts in 30 years maybe isn't so tough. I'm not looking forward to it happening more frequently, I can think of a lot of horrible diseases I'd rather have, when I'm dealing with it.