Tables Turned

"I don't want to be here."

"I don't want to be here, either," Thabo responded.

The mood was low the day after we arrived back in London and it hasn't quite lifted since. (Like being injected with a dose of 'depression.') These few days I've been experiencing a growing anxiety and fear that I'm about to go on a downward spiral again. I know that I'm probably just going through the normal experience of post-holiday blues. It doesn't help that it's cold and grey. But how do I know that it's not my medications failing me? As a result, I've done the very bad and frowned-upon patient thing. I've self-medicated by increasing my dose of citalopram. I'll see how it pans out and luckily for me, I have a few GP friends and a pyschiatrist friend with whom I'm meeting up in a week. And I'll do the very annoying request for personal advice "because you're a doctor". Interesting to have the tables turned.

Or having the shoe on the other foot.