Every depressive is different when it comes to crying “Uncle,” and calling the doc.
My guardian angel Ann says that if she stays in bed three days in a row, she will call the doctor on the fourth day (or maybe the afternoon of the third day).
In my mood/sleep journal, I record my symptoms (lack of appetite, a pretty major thing in my world, difficulty sleeping, crying spells, difficulty concentrating, inability to make a decision, lack of interest in hobbies and work, and definitely suicidal thoughts). If they persist for a week (with intensity), I’ll call my doctor.
Sometimes I experience very physical symptoms. The year of my breakdown I came down with six urinary tract infections (and it wasn’t because of all the sex I was having). My immune system was shot, and I couldn’t fight off basic bacteria and viruses. I was obviously run down and needed rest.
But it’s usually not that obvious. Like a detective, I have to list the clues (triggers), the symptoms, and work with a COMPETENT doctor at getting healthy again.