No, my life was ok and I suppose it is still ok now. As a child things were very tough and I guess I always felt that I wasn't worth a thing. I know I wrote my first not at 8 or so and my parents found it and just laughed and called me a loon. I started taking the odd drink at 10 then continued that until my 40s.
I had a nice job, partner, little house, I still have everything but the job (down to my own shame that one) but I always felt as though I didn't want to live.
Do groups, done counselling even doing study but that feeling of complete worthlessness will never go. Tried the exit a few times and obviously not great at that but I'm still clinging on somehow. I hope one day it will change either I get well or I find the door.