Hi im Melissa. I am 30yo and have suffered with depression for 15 now. Ive excepted that its something that will never leave me and over the years I have learned to live with it.
The severity of it changes and with my responsibility of little girl, the thoughts of suicide dissapeard. It can take me to the depths of he'll and at other times just follows me like a shadow.
Not being able to work because of the illness had put me in the vicious circle of wanting a nice comfortable home, decent clothes, being able to do the things I longed for where out of reach.
I have since met a partner whom I love, have a beautiful daughter, I have not the nicest home but it has everything I need.
I have even rebuilt relationships with my family which where almost none exsistant which i blame on the depression.
My partner pays for me to have my hair done, my lips, my extensions and nails. He is even taking us to Mexico which was always a far away dream.
I now have so much more than I ever thought I could. And everything I thought would make me happy. But the truth is- I'm not. I still feel ugly and cannot get excited for my holiday etc.
I feel like I'm being so ungrateful. My family are starting to not want to be around me again because during happy times I am the one with a sad face putting a damper on happy times.
I am tired and shout at my daughter for small things then cry because I feel guilty. It's not fair on her.
I've been the doctor and councillor and psychiatrist. I suppose they have helped sometimes. When I have had the strength to go to the appointments.
I just want this to leave me for good. I'm frustrated. Fighting an impossible battle...