Cat be very careful - my GP kept increasing the dose when it wasn't working for me, too, because
"Well we've tried everything else, if this doesn't work I don't know what we'll do"
We'd only tried prozac, one other SSRI and a bloody tricyclic! 
I ended up in a very dark place, feeling as though I was having thoughts that weren't my own (different to the depression and anxiety, and not a feeling I've ever had before or since) and ended up almost walking into the sea on NYE 2001. He kept increasing it and I ended up manic, not sleeping. Within the first few months of that year I'd ended my marriage on a whim, entered a mad affair with DD's dad, and was pregnant within 2 months, totally unplanned (all of it, not just the pregnancy!) 
I was already weaning off it when I got pregnant, thankfully, and was determined to stop. Awful job coming off it, then looked around at the devastation I'd caused like this

It all turned out fine in the end - DD is much loved, xDP went from the world's biggest abortion advocate
to being a doting dad (although our relationship was a bit of a car crash), and my marriage was, in retrospect, probably doomed to fail anyway. Still, I still refer to it as 'my mad period'. 
I've been on citalopram since then - much gentler!
Didn't post all this first because didn't want to scare the OP, but don't let the GP just keep upping the bloody dose - try a different one!