I was previously on 200mg of sertraline for a quite severe bout of depression around 2.5 years ago. I seem to be a high functioning depressive (although I think if I had the chance to curl into a ball and sleep for a few weeks I would jump at the chance.) but while I still manage to raise two boys, work full time and be a mostly good wife things are crumbling around the edges. This morning I stood in a toilet cubicle in work, cried hard, wiped my eyes and then came back to my desk and got back to my work. I think about suicide most days, but my boys need me so it never goes further than thinking about it, but I often rely on the thought of sucide as my back-up plan if it all goes wrong. Today I cried because I realised it's not normal to even think like that. I've stopped bothering with my friends, to the point I can't even be on facebook or instagram anymore. My husband is so supportive, a few months after we met he witnessed me "go a bit loopy" as he kindly puts it and it should have scared him away but it didn't. But I know I'm not being very nice to him at the moment. The smallest things are tipping me over the edge right now but I think I'm just so sad that I've reached a point again where I need to go crawling back to the doctor. I don't even know why I've written this.