For as long as i remember i have been plagued with self-doubts and hopelessness, and it rears its ugly head more often than what i would like. I think it stems back to childhood when i always tried to please people, but the overriding fear i have is that something majorly bad is going to happen, and sometimes it does, bad luck does seem to follow me around, but i do overcome it which in itself saps everything from me.
I have made quite a success of my life overall but it never seems enough, considering i have always suffered major depression, and been on anti-depressants forever.
Work has always been my raison d'etre for without work i would have crumbled and i never can understand anyone not working, but my obsession with work has taken its toll, it has enveloped my very being, and i suppose it's been a way of proving myself to my detractors, not that i should be doing so anyway, but its been engrained in me that work is the rent i pay for my time on earth.
PS/ a Rant! aside from this I must question why so many posts on HU are still in circulation 8 or 12 years later, surely the moderators should be deleting posts which are no longer relevant to the author? 🧐