whiteraven
Diamond Member
I've dealt with depression for a very long time, something like 40 years. It's always been a kind of depressed, nothing matters, I-don't-have-a-purpose, wish-I-were-dead feeling. Not much energy or motivation. I've had periods where I've found pleasure in things and activities and have been motivated to learn and study toward greater goals, but I've never made much of myself and certainly never did what I wanted with my life.
Now, the nature of the depression is a little different. I think it changed 5 or 6 months ago, but it could have been longer. I am without any sense of hope at all. Life seems futile, not just for me, but for everybody. There seems to be no purpose for any of us to be here and this idea or thought makes my depression so much worse. Also, I'm feeling very old these days, and anything that reminds me of age is very triggering and leaves me incredibly anxious and depressed, sometimes suicidal.
I have been dealing with PTSD symptoms more in these past months, but I always feel like we are missing something where the depression is concerned. I have no support in the medical community (I could write a book about the horror stories) and no real friends, only my therapist for support. Sometimes I don't know how to express myself to help him understand how incredibly bad I feel.
Now, the nature of the depression is a little different. I think it changed 5 or 6 months ago, but it could have been longer. I am without any sense of hope at all. Life seems futile, not just for me, but for everybody. There seems to be no purpose for any of us to be here and this idea or thought makes my depression so much worse. Also, I'm feeling very old these days, and anything that reminds me of age is very triggering and leaves me incredibly anxious and depressed, sometimes suicidal.
I have been dealing with PTSD symptoms more in these past months, but I always feel like we are missing something where the depression is concerned. I have no support in the medical community (I could write a book about the horror stories) and no real friends, only my therapist for support. Sometimes I don't know how to express myself to help him understand how incredibly bad I feel.