It's Friday - let's get depressed
So for the last three weeks my Friday night has gone identically.

Go out, meet up with some friends. Have a few drinks, everything's good, I'm enjoying their company and in some cases seeing people I haven't seen for a while - in one case, for about three years.

Then around 10pm, all of a sudden everything flips and I'm in the lowest of the lows. I have to leave, to get out of there, straight away. I walk home with Rhonda, but I won't talk to her or anything, and all the while I'm thinking incredibly negative thoughts about me, my life, my friends, her - everything. Each time, she's brilliant, we go home and I lie in bed till noon, barely talking. Then she goes home (or I do, if I'm at hers). I spend the rest of the day lying around feeling low. Gradually, by Sunday, I'm alright.

Every week for the last three.

This is starting to annoy me. But I don't know what to do about it, short of going straight back onto medication again.  
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