beans - I am not, not a doctor, but the advice you have been given sounds very strange to me - consistency in SSRIs can be very important, and quitting suddenly might do you some harm (and it's not even spring yet! Who doesn't feel bluer in February?)
It might be that seeing another GP, or - better - a specialist psych who is an expert on drugs like this - could provide you with more info and leave you with a decision you're fully confident about. Maybe ask a (different) GP if you can consult with a psychiatrist, the worst they can say is no :)
Meantime, in the world of petty grievances: I MISS MY TROUSERS! I'm a size six-ish, too small to buy trousers in most high street shops (I know, I know, cry me a river), and it has taken years of dedicated effort to get a collection of jeans and trousers that fit. Not any more. I'm not showing, but I've kind of... thickened, in every direction, and my lovely, lovely trousers just do not do up any more. I have a big pile of them in my office, waiting to be quarantined in the roof.
I also took my delivery from laredoute.com today (after recommending it to all of you!) and all the shirts were made of fabric so thin as to be transparent, badly cut, hugely oversized. Very depressing.
I hate shopping. I HATE it. I can't believe I'm going to have to spend money AND time on getting new stuff... I am feeling very sorry for myself.
...and I'm taking it out on DH, too. The poor thing. He's even making me a lovely meal and trying to stay out of my way right now. Oh, look, here comes nice wave of contempt-of-self for being so petty and mean. And my hair is dirty. And I'm too tired to wash it. And I suspect the jeans I'm wearing right now -which I stole from DH - have only another week left in them before I bust the zip.
This is going to be a GREAT Saturday night.