So yes... depression is a bit &$%+. Honestly I didn't know how to start this. I've never done any forum posting of any kind, but today was... a rather bad day, so I thought I would give this a go.
Started this whole misadventure when I was about 15 (I'm 22 now). I was performing badly in school and one of my English teachers, a man I had enormous respect for, noticed there were peaks and troughs in my school performance. Basically I would get homework and either do it and do it well, or not do it at all. After a chat and some rather fatherly advice he suggested I talk to my GP about what was happening. That was when I was diagnosed, so to speak. My GP put me on citalopram, and I took it for a month and didn't repeat my prescription. I never really noticed a difference in my mood, you see. Even though my GP warned me that this would be the case at first I just did what I always do and became disillusioned with the whole thing.
Fast forward to 18, not turning up to exams, not doing my university applications, drinking more than was entirely necessary. I was a bit of a mess. So I did another set of citalopram, 2 months this time, but then the same thing happened and I gave it up.
Last year I was 21, living with a couple of friends of mine and generally having an unpleasant time of it. I rarely slept during that time, rarely ate, lost about 5 stone and spent the lions share of my time playing computer games and listening to the Doors (not a symptom, I just really like the Doors). So I left the house I shared with my pals, moved in with my sister, claimed disability allowance and went on the citalopram with a vengeance. It was going well, I was 3 months in and generally feeling good about the whole thing. Then one night I was sitting at my desk when I was suddenly overcome with... a complete lack of sensation. Honestly, if had the ability to feel anything it would have been terrifying, but I was completely and utterly stupefied. I don't know how long I was sitting there, doing nothing, but I finally realised why some people self harm at that moment, something I hadn't understood until then. I didn't, thankfully. I managed to shake myself out of the episode, but it was the scariest moment of my life.
For some reason I thought the pills were the cause, and I immediately stopped taking them, and for a while I was fine. I was still low, but it was manageable. Recently things have been going well. I'm employed, I've had some passing luck with women and I've been generally feeling quite good about everything.
Then March happened, and it all came crashing down. I still go to work, but I broke up with my girlfriend because I didn't want her to see me. I've been short with those I love and I haven't been going out at all, unless it's to go to work. I think I'm also dangerously close to forming a drinking habit as well. It's like the same sensation I get when I haven't smoked a cigarette for a while, if anyone gets that. This morning I actually walked 2 miles to an all-night off license just to get a drink...
Anyway, that's what I've got going on. Does anyone have any advice? Should I visit my GP AGAIN (the poor bloke) and get another prescription or just tough it out and hope things get better? Honestly, I haven't felt this grim in years. And sorry for rambling, I never really get the chance to talk about this stuff.