I'm here because I've got this low/medium-grade depression and anxiety that make it very hard to do the work I should be doing. I used to have horrible drowsiness all the time, but I grew out of that around 7 years ago. Now I just have a general lack of interest in things and feel unmotivated. I've had days/moments where I feel normal and want to get things done, set and achieve goals. I think 'You don't know what's wrong till it's right."--Those good times show me how disabled I am most of the time.
Then there's the constant question of, "Am I just being lazy?"--guilt for not getting my work done, for disappointing my boyfriend when he asks me what I did with my day. He is hard working and gives me tons of support in anything I want to do, but I usually can't get motivated to follow through with anything.
I think about suicide every day and really envy the dead. "I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens," as Woody Allen said.
I am fortunate to have a great social circle and many opportunities to travel and experience nice things. Often, anxiety takes the joy out of these experiences though. It all seems pointless. I may enjoy a party or a meal, but there's always this looming sense of hopelessness that revisits me when the fun is over and the pressure is on.
We didn't evolve to live in the social and physical environments we find ourselves in. I reckon most mental health problems are due to that.