Unfortunately, I'm not new to depression. I've wrestled with it the majority of my life. In my younger years, depression spread across my days like big, bold strokes of a sharpie... dark ugliness that seemed never ending. As years have passed, it feels like it's leveled out... more like pencil, with various shades of grey, but ever present. Like functional depression, with a side of anxiety thrown in.
I was never able to picture a life beyond 30. But I wasn't able to follow through with my plan to end things. So every day that stretches before me is sort of aimless, without any real dream or direction. I feel terrible just waiting out the clock when there are so many people who would use that time much more admirably.
I fear I'm about to lose my 18 year old girl cat. We lost her brother coming up on a year now. I'm so scared of how I'm going to handle the loss and being left alone. I don't have any close friends, no one I can really talk to. My cousin directed me here because she thought it might help me vent.
I've considered keeping a journal, as well as starting to search for a therapist. I just don't know what, if anything, might help.
At any rate, thank you for allowing me to ramble...