I have been struggling with depression/anxiety since I was about 18 ( I am now 42) and have been on/off anti-depressants since. Every single day is a huge struggle..a chore. I cannot remember ever having been truly happy. I don't know the meaning of the word to be honest and envy people who breeze blissfully through life. I have never had any therapy as such. Tried CBT but found that a waste of time. I have asked the GP to refer me to a psychiatrist but he prefers to keep me on the anti-depressants. But they don't seem to work. My moods are all over the place. I have recently been in an extremely dark place and suicide would cross my mind more than once a day. I would then come out of the darkness for a while only to fall back into the lonely pit a little while later. I am constantly jaded & anxious, sad about the past, frightened of the future, intolerant of the present. Tired of feeling like this.Tired of life.
I wonder whether it is a brain chemistry thing or whether it is due to life events and experiences.
I had a difficult childhood (haven't we all!). My father was a controlling, critical man who never showed any emotion other than anger and bitterness and the continuous urge to fight with everyone, especially his own flesh & blood (his whole family is now estranged from him). I cannot recall ever once having been hugged by either of my parents who fought like cat & dog on a daily basis. It was a miserable existance & I couldn't wait to leave home at 17, which I duly did. I could have gone to university but this would mean still living at home for another 3 years, which was out of the question. So I left home to start a soul-destroying career, which was just a means to an end.
I jumped from one doomed relationship to another mostly with older men. Married at 23, had my son at 24, divorced and single mum at 28. Another couple of failed relationships after that. I have just split up with my long-term partner. I have no family around other than my son (there are aunts, uncles, cousins I have not seen since childhood - thanks to my father) and true friends are very few and far between.
I feel very alone and ask myself what is the point of it all. My son, goodness knows how, is very well adjusted and has done so well in his short life. I am so proud of the way he has turned out. He will be off to uni next year to start a new life. He is the only redeeming factor in this sad story.
Sorry for such a long ramble.