I've been a reader of posts on this forum for a long time, this is my first time posting though.
I think I've always had this melancholy feeling, or at least that's how it started. As a boy growing up I was very awkward and shy, physically skinny with no self confidence. I never had a girlfriend, when all my friends started down that road I was left behind.
I used to take refuge in music. I enjoyed the feeling of self pity I think and of the hurt and sorrow in the songs I would listen to. Sadly this became the norm and as I got older the shyness and awkwardness got worse, the longer it went on the more certain I was that no girl would ever look at me. So I kept on burying myself in my music and embracing the feelings of sadness it brought.
Then at 17 my father died suddenly and I was left to take care of my mother. The years went by, I had a job I enjoyed but was always lonely and craved a partner, the older I got the less likely it seemed.
The depression really started with a vengeance 25 years ago. I was at work one day and it felt like everything was pushing in on me, I was shaking, felt weak, felt incredibly tired. It was hard to have the energy to even speak. I saw a GP and was prescribed AD's which made me feel worse. After a couple of months of this he stopped them and I went back to coping as best I could but I was never the same person.
A year or so later I could feel it getting worse again so back I went to the GP. This time I was prescribed a different AD but sadly with the same result.
Life became a miserable existence, trudging through mud, never feeling anything except misery and hopelessness. I found it hard to understand, I knew in many ways I was lucky, I had a job, somewhere to live, a few friends. I found myself in the abyss though, then I quit my job and suddenly although I didn't think it possible, everything got much, much worse.
At work I knew most everyone and enjoyed feeling part of something, suddenly that was all gone and I was working alone - it was hell.
I was also still taking care of my mother who's own health had seriously deteriorated and was now suffering with dementia. I think this alone would be enough to push many people over the edge but coupled with my own mental health issues, well it's hard to explain how unbearable it became.
Then a chink of light, or so I thought. My local GP employed a dedicated mental health expert and I made an appointment to see him. He was great, very understanding and explained everything, particularly why the first courses of AD's didn't work. He reassured me that he had the answers and would make me well again.
Long story short, we went through about 4 or 5 different types of AD's over the course of a year or so, the side effects of some were truly awful but I persevered. None of them worked but I wasn't concerned as he had told me that he had so many different things we could try.
The last time I saw him he said to me, "maybe this is just who you are and what you're like - there's no point in trying anything else". I left the clinic a broken man, destroyed. If a professional mental health expert tells me this then what hope is there for me? I am staring in to the blackness of the rest of my miserable life. I have no joy in anything anymore. The music that sustained me for so long means nothing, I have no job and no future except the pain and heartbreak of caring for my mother as she slips down the spiral of dementia.