The Beginning of our Mission of Truth
My name is Michael J. Midlo. I live at 3920 225th LN NW Saint Francis, Minnesota
The task before us is to change the laws and regulations in this state and country with respect to the prescribing and dispensing of anti-depressants, along with changes and proper oversight of psychiatric professionals. This is not only a must but will be accomplished!
It is vital that I do this so that I can not only make sense of my son’s death but also make his death mean something by helping him in death go on doing what he was working to do in life, which was to help others and save lives.
To do this I have to let this country know who was responsible for his death and why they should bear their responsibility for the death of our son, Jonathan Robert Midlo.
These include the psychiatrists and psychologists for my daughter Angela,that intentionally mislabeled the medication, along with the involved lobbyists and government officials, who out of greed, self-service and arrogance, made it possible for this to happen to my son and many others. So that in doing so, Jonnybob, can go on helping and saving the lives of others.
To do this I have to let the people, the media, and government officials, the state and federal Attorney Generals offices, including the FDA, all the way up to the President of the United States and his wife (Barack and Michelle), and get them to take action to stop the senseless deaths and suicide attempts of hundreds if not thousands of young Americans along with many others caused by the intentional mislabeling (which I believe is called “off label use” of antidepressants and psychotropic drugs) with suicide as a major side effect, whether out of incompetence, just to make money and/or get kickbacks for writing the prescriptions.
It is also important to note that in an article for trustworthy health information, that the antidepressant, Trazodone, is often used to treat insomnia, although it is NOT approved for this use by the FDA.
My son may have put the shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger, but the fault actually lies in the psychiatrist, the people who identifying it as an antidepressant and not labeling it as having severe depression and SUICIDE as major side effects., along with the people who have made it possible to identify it as a sleeping pill, saying “take one at night for insomnia”, with the only warnings written on the bottle as: with other medications without checking with your doctor (which I don’t believe anybody would think meant Tylenol) , may cause drowsiness, alcohol may intensify this effect, use care when operating a car or dangerous machinery and take with food…. instead of
With respect to this tragedy in our personal lives it starts withof Otsego, MN who Angela was transferred to due to changes in Minnesota health insurance coverage. Angela had Trazodone taken off her prescription list by Dr. Nelson. Then she was put on Saphris by him.
Dr. Nelson verified that all of Angela’s records and notes would be transferred to Dr. Kooiker. Since then, Dr. Kooiker has said that wasn’t so. Then, according to my wife and daughter, she refused to take Trazodone off her active prescription list and told Angela that it was her responsibility to not pick it up. She did this after being told by my wife and daughter, that they and I were concerned that the new medication Saphris was at too high of a level because she was sleeping all the time.
My son was suffering from migraines probably due to a prior snowboarding injury where they had fixed his broken back, put steel bars in to fix broken arms, but had nothing to actually follow up and see what was wrong with his head, although we will never know if that was the reason for his headaches. He had gone from a calculus student to not being able to do simple multiplication and division,but had fully recovered intellectually.
My son was 21 years old andas an EMT and was working hard while in training for over two months doing P90X. He was in Love and planning on getting married. Also after conversations with a friend that works with the St. Francis Fire department and another friends’ uncle Mark who is a fireman, he began working out daily and was over two months into doing P90X workouts to get himself in shape to pass the firefighters endurance exam so he could be a . He also had plans to further his education in stem cell research.
I have to let the world know that although my son may have pulled the trigger, it wasn’t he who killed himself. It was a bunch of self-righteous, arrogant, greedy people,drug manufacturers and those who willingly aided them in circumventing the laws, regulations, and fail-safes that were to be in place. Then intentionally hid the true identity of this antidepressant drug, along with mislabeling them by removing the required warnings, and also prescribing it for an unnecessary purpose.
Dr. Kooiker totally ignored our instructions! Even with our daughters signed permission as her caretakers to follow specifically agreed upon instructions to notify us of any drugs she was being prescribed and bringing into our household. Then they basically blew us off and after Jonathan’s death and denied there ever was such an agreement.
Dr. Nelson finally properly diagnosed her with some form of schizophrenia and changed her drugs. We were told about her new medication regiment which did not include Trazodone, but then Dr. Kooiker without notifying us, told her she needed to pick up a bottle of Trazodone. This is the same drug that kept me up countless nights watching and worrying about her killing herself while she was on it.
The reason for my fear and concern was that It was the same drug that after being on for a few weeks myself, I was convinced that my family was better off with me dead and leaving them with my 401(k) and insurance. So I drove my car off an embankment by Norris Lake, attempting to commit suicide and make it look like an accident. My attempt failed breaking off a couple trees, messing up my car and leaving me with a couple of bruises. I lied to people and told them I was just out four wheeling or something like that. I quit taking the pills, but so I would never forget, I kept the bottle with one pill in it on my bedroom window sill until last year when I had the house redone for my wife.
Through the information we’ve looked up since, we found many things about her actions that are listed as adverse effects to Trazodone that we didn’t know about. We kept accusing her of doing meth with this stalker called Jeff Espeland alias“Bucko” that kept on trying to feed her meth along with having psychically assaulted her in the past and still is stalking her through text messages while also harassing and sending cruel and insulting text messages to my phone along with the same through my regular e-mails and Facebook. Then when I blocked those he is now using this web-site to continue his internet stalking even though the police have arrested him three times and has ongoing cases for these crimes. Unfortunately even though this interferes with the True purpose of our mission, providing more of the TRUE details of this sick person on our site seems to be the only legal recourse that I have to make him back-off!
Other than a couple times that she admitted to us, we now believe her increased symptoms, horribly cruel behavior, and dangerous and sometimes violent actions, (much of which she can’t remember) were part of these adverse effects of Trazodone, symptoms that Dr. Nelson her psychiatrist at the time should have been able to see, and was possibly one of the reasons he took it off her prescription list.
When they switched her drugs I finally felt safe that this Trazodone wasn’t in my house anymore, but it was a lie.
Her new psychiatrist Dr. Kooiker put it on her active drug list and coerced her into picking it up after my wife had gone with her and picked up her new medication, Saphris.
The Trazodone bottle wasn’t labeled as an antidepressant and my son knew about the multiple adverse effects from every other antidepressant that they ever tried to give me. If the bottle had said antidepressant on it he would’ve never touched it.
They canceled his Champ VA medical insurance when he graduated on December 16th, 2011 and he had to wait four months before he could get on Minnesota Care insurance. His migraine headaches were keeping him from sleeping, and the Tylenol-PM wasn’t helping enough to let him sleep, so he started smoking a certain kind of pot at night that had a heavy sedative quality and it was working. He was getting his sleep and working out even harder and helping me outside with all the heavy stuff and getting the motorcycles and boats ready for spring along with visiting friends and playing Frisbee golf.
Then around the end of February, I had to tell him he needed to stop using the pot because with the senseless laws in this state having not yet been changed to at least allow the medical use of marijuana, the requirement of a drug test would be part of him getting a job with the fire department, and I was worried that it would ruin the future he had been working so hard to achieve.
That was one of my biggest mistakes. It was working and safe. He could have just put things off until he had insurance and had gotten help for his migraines.
Yet being a good son, he listened to me. Then he found that bottle supposedly of sleeping pills in the upstairs medicine cabinet that had no warnings to speak of on it. It just said, “Take one at bedtime for insomnia”. He wasn’t depressed he didn’t want to die. He wanted to live, saving other people’s lives, get married, and have children.
Something you need to know is that I lived through exactly what happened to him, with this same drug that he thought was just a sleeping pill, but was a death sentence that he couldn’t control, just as it controlled me. Back then mine was labeled as an antidepressant with warnings and stickers on the bottle, but Jonny didn’t know that what he was taking was a potentially deadly antidepressant; he thought it was just a sleeping pill. But when it takes control of your brain, against everything logical, you can’t help feeling that the only thing you should do is kill yourself.
Like I said, he may have pulled the trigger but he didn’t commit suicide, he was killed! His only mistake was in trusting what was written on the bottle to not be a lie!
My hope and prayers are that with Gods guidance in bringing this to the news media, internet, the government, along with the voices, help, and aid of good and honorable prominent psychiatrists and others in the psychiatric and medical fields then coupled with the help of the millions of good and loving parents, and people of this country, these unethical practices will be stopped!
Our goal is that our son Jonathan Robert Midlo will be remembered for “Jonnys’ Law”, so that potentially lethal antidepressants like Trazodone and Prozac and anti-psychotics like Seroquel and others are properly controlled and are never again able to be intentionally mislabeled for personal gain, or be used on people as guinea pigs, and that those who are involved, and responsible, are held accountable for their actions. This needs to be done along with more stringent re-certifications of both psychiatrists and doctors who are able to prescribe antidepressants and anti-psychotics, or any drug with severe depression and suicide as potential side effects!
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Sincerely: Michael J. Midlo