I
iamdonewiththis
Member
- Jul 14, 2023
- 18
I'm 36 yo, I remember depression since I'm 5 yo, coming and going. Always had shitty self esteem and low confidence.
Got prescribed antidepressants and stabilizers when I was 22, which helped, but for some reason I always stop taking them then I go off the rails. I was committed 3 times to psych wards, this February was my last one.
I also have genital herpes. I have only one friend, and my brothers and parents who love me but I don't feel much love at all, not for myself or other/from other people.
Even when I am stable and have my routine, nothing really interests me, I don't enjoy social gatherings much, I mostly keep quite in them.
I have some years of experience in software engineering and while it is nice, it doesn't excite me.
Currently I'm depressed after my latest manic episode, and I just can't sum up the strength to get back on my feet again, which means rent an apartment, furnish it, and get a job.
I just don't see the point. Feels like my life would be lonely and not enjoyable anyway, so other than the fear of dying, why stick around? what's the point?
My mind swings from "let's just CTB" to "But life could be great if you feel love, excitement and purpose" but then the reality kicks in that MY life never had and probably never will have love, excitement or purpose.
And of course there's also the looming threat that I'll have another episode and be hospitalized again.
Got prescribed antidepressants and stabilizers when I was 22, which helped, but for some reason I always stop taking them then I go off the rails. I was committed 3 times to psych wards, this February was my last one.
I also have genital herpes. I have only one friend, and my brothers and parents who love me but I don't feel much love at all, not for myself or other/from other people.
Even when I am stable and have my routine, nothing really interests me, I don't enjoy social gatherings much, I mostly keep quite in them.
I have some years of experience in software engineering and while it is nice, it doesn't excite me.
Currently I'm depressed after my latest manic episode, and I just can't sum up the strength to get back on my feet again, which means rent an apartment, furnish it, and get a job.
I just don't see the point. Feels like my life would be lonely and not enjoyable anyway, so other than the fear of dying, why stick around? what's the point?
My mind swings from "let's just CTB" to "But life could be great if you feel love, excitement and purpose" but then the reality kicks in that MY life never had and probably never will have love, excitement or purpose.
And of course there's also the looming threat that I'll have another episode and be hospitalized again.