Hi. I'm new to this site. I just want to get this off my chest.
I don't even know what to do anymore. I battled depression and anxiety on and off for the past 6 years and once again I managed to screw things up and drive my life straight down into the ground. Things were going well for some time this year and then suddenly the anxiety attacks came back and set the stage up for depression. For months now my mind feels like it's clouded under a thick mire. I have no energy or passion to do anything. When I get up from the poor sleep I'm lucky enough to have, I feel like the day is ruined. My mind just suddenly goes blank and I don't know what to do about anything anymore. At times my heart speeds up and then slows down for several seconds and I bet it's due to the months of living a sedentary lifestyle. I used to lift weights, run, and take classes at the gym, but I lost interest and stopped going. This year I took another medical leave from school (my 6th) and I left my job again. I can't even keep a job for more than a year. It just frustrates me to no end that I'm hitting the same stack of bricks year after year and not moving forward. I'm so far away from graduating that I feel like it's never going to happen.
I take 60mg Cymbalta daily. I tried the sleep pills; they just knock me out for 12 hours and make me feel drowsy. I tried CBT many times with different therapists. One therapist even took me out for months to do exposure therapy and force me to talk to strangers to help me rid my social anxiety and it worked! But (surprise) it's back again and I'm afraid to leave the house and I'm back to avoiding people. I just don't know anymore; I put in the time and work hard year after year but I feel so unsatisfied with life and without passion.
I live with the most wonderful, caring, loving parents in the world. They do everything for me, starting from raising me up as a child with a physical disability. They do so much for me, that sometimes I have to push them back a little. For the last few years, my goal has always been to become more independent and maybe find a place of my own. I don't know how much longer I can go on seeing my mom come home every day from work exhausted and seeing me in such a foul mood. I don't want them to lose any more sleep worrying about my troubles.
Thanks for reading.