As the title says. Fighting major depressive disorder and Generalized Anxiety Disorder for 8 years now, to varying degrees of severity. I've tried medications, therapy, exercise, combinations of all of that, on and off and feel like I've barely made a dent relative to how bad it gets sometimes.
I'm having a hard time knowing how to keep going, I guess. I have a great family, great friends, fortunate to live where I am and have a well-paying job that supports me enough but I feel like I'm purely on maintenance mode. My head and heart feel empty, like I'm observing everything as a third party. No passions, no interests, no motivations. I go on dates because its the thing I do but I just feel nothing. I can barely get myself out of bed for work and hate the job despite it being objectively cushy, barely eat when I need to. I push people away out of shame. The guilt is probably the most overwhelming - there is objectively nothing 'wrong' in my life but I still can't seem to find the point of moving forward.
Sorry for the venting thread, I just don't really know. I'm not actively suicidal in the plans-making sense but there are a lot of times lately where I think "it would be great to not exist." I just don't know what to hold on to because my brain won't let me have it. I don't recognize myself, or what I remember to have been myself. I'm at a loss.
I'm having a hard time knowing how to keep going, I guess. I have a great family, great friends, fortunate to live where I am and have a well-paying job that supports me enough but I feel like I'm purely on maintenance mode. My head and heart feel empty, like I'm observing everything as a third party. No passions, no interests, no motivations. I go on dates because its the thing I do but I just feel nothing. I can barely get myself out of bed for work and hate the job despite it being objectively cushy, barely eat when I need to. I push people away out of shame. The guilt is probably the most overwhelming - there is objectively nothing 'wrong' in my life but I still can't seem to find the point of moving forward.
Sorry for the venting thread, I just don't really know. I'm not actively suicidal in the plans-making sense but there are a lot of times lately where I think "it would be great to not exist." I just don't know what to hold on to because my brain won't let me have it. I don't recognize myself, or what I remember to have been myself. I'm at a loss.