Hi, I've just joined the forum and really don't know where to start... so here's my best attempt at trying to describe my state.
I have been depressed for nearly as long as I remember, certainly since being a teenager - I cut myself a couple of times but couldn't go through with any serious attempt at suicide. After a while I stopped trying, knowing I wasn't strong (or cowardly) enough to go through with the real thing. But I never really stopped wanting my life to come to an end. Oh, I've had the odd month here and there where I start to feel what I think people describe as normal but for the most part I actually yearn for my own demise. My last thought before falling asleep is wishing not to wake up and my first thought on waking is one of disappointment. Every twinge I get I hope is an oncoming heart attack, every headache, a tumour. And this disgusts me, knowing there are people suffering and me, selfishly hoping for the same so now there is self loathing added to the mix.
I am amazing shy and have trouble interacting with people on a personal level unless I know them really well and because of that I have just one, what I would consider, real friend. But I wear a mask really well so even he doesn't know the extent of my feelings, he knows I get a bit down now and then, but he's a man's man and leads with the "you just need to buck yourself up" kind of line. Again, because of that mask, none of my colleagues have an idea of my internal distress - they just think that I'm hard working "goody two shoes" which I am! Because of my shyness I don't like pubs, bars, parties and such - I don't drink as I don't like the feeling of an altered state.
I married the woman I lost my virginity to (aged 19) so we've been together for 23 years. However, three weeks ago she asked for a divorce. She has known about my illness for years but actually thinks it is a sort of joke. She just called me boring because I don't go out with her and her friends and can't understand why I am so anti-social. I have been aware of my faults and have treated her like a princess trying to compensate for what was lacking in my make up. I encouraged her to enjoy herself without me there, and waited on her hand and foot when she was. In fact many of her friends think I'm the perfect husband because of the way she is treated, but now I find that this is not enough and what little self worth I had has been ripped from me.
We have a son aged 13 - he's unaware of my depression - I can't think of anything worse than a child having to deal with it. My wife talked me into having him (I thought it unfair to bring a life into this cruel world) but from day one I have loved him more than anything.... the problem now being that he has become my sole reason for being alive.
Up until now I have coped, too weak to ask for help, too embarrassed to admit that there is a real problem. But that was because until now I had two anchors holding me together, my wife and my son, only now I only have my son. I am teetering on the edge and this is as black as my pitiful life has ever been. I am genuinely sure that if it were not for my son I would not be here now, but how can I punish him for my selfish feelings.... I was around his age when I started my decline, what if my actions were to start the cycle again. But now I am getting frightened by a little part of me whispering "but you won't be here to know, you will be finally free".
So that's me, as my thread heading says, I've finally asked for help, I am here and more importantly I have booked an appointment with my doctor on Friday to discuss my wellbeing. I don't know if I even believe it will help but everything written says that talking is where to start.
Finally, if you've got this far, thanks for your time. I don't know if this is an exercise in self-pity or just the first chance that I have had to say a bit about how I feel to someone, somewhere.