I thought about stuff. I thought about how I was when I was having bad patches (i.e nearly all of uni) and taking citalopram. I remembered thinking the citalopram was working, essentially because I wasn't suicidal, but I was also nowhere near well. I had awful self-esteem. I couldn't manage uni. I couldn't manage socializing. Let's not mention the quality of person I thought was worth being in a relationship with.
So I decided citalopram actually didn't work. I went to my GP - who is a new GP, who we recommend to people with mental health problems at work, so I figured hey, I keep telling people she's good, let's see - and said I needed something new. I'm on day 3 of fluoxetine. I'm being extremely optimistic so that the placebo effect can do some good work, even if fluoxetine isn't doing it. Mostly all I've got are side effects so far, but that's day 3 of any SSRI. We'll see.
Watch this space, I guess.
(Also, my new GP is fucking lovely, I feel good about recommending her to people.)