So I've been under a lot of stress recently and have been in the middle of a severe depressive episode. I was switched straight over from Citalopram 20mg to Sertaline 150mg about a week ago (I'm not sure, I've lost track of the days now). Citalopram was doing nothing for me and couldn't be increased because of the interactions with Quitiapine (severe).

I miss working at the pharmacy but admit that leaving work and going through the stress of benefit applications was the right choice (stress at work was making me suicidal). I'm running out of money, things to read (just finished Stephen Fry's books) and energy to fight the illness.

Today I started hearing my mum shouting my name. Shouting at me. She of course wasn't: she's in the back garden. I'm only home for the day because I don't stay at my house when my partner goes out to work (I live at his).

This is always the first thing I experience before other voices start. Well. I'm not sure whether to wait for my appointment in August to tell my psych or let her know now.

Tomorrow I'm seeing my misogynistic dad. Despite his flaws I do love him. And he normally helps out financially when I'm in such financial turmoil. Urgh. How did I get back here?

Sod it.
RB.