Hi guys, I am new to here, feel a bit uncertain about posting, I read a few people's posts and some people seem to need a lot more help and support at the moment than me, I actually feel a bit selfish posting my wingeing here. But I've not had anyone to talk to about my depression for so long I really do need to talk. My post title mentioned 'older' depressives, I'm not being 'ageist', it's just that I feel that my issues may be different to a younger person (I'm 48), happy to talk to anyone really. Been on meds since age 21, don't really wanna go thro my life history, just start from where I am now.
At the moment I am just so tired, partly due to overweight but mainly due to depression. The reason I do stuff in my life is to distract me from how I really feel, because I am really just passing time til I die. If I stop and think about it, I genuinely can't think of a reason for living, I don't know why people exist and when I do die I will be so relieved it is all over. I've overcome so much in my life, I have a wonderful husband and adorable dogs, I have my own business and really have everything I need, but I do have an obsessive personality, and I believe it's because i am desparately trying to distract myself from my true feelings. I do believe my brain is actually made 'faulty' - my mental/emotional default is emptiness/pointlessness. I've been obsessive for many years and am working on removing the obsessive behaviour that is actually dangerous or bad for me in some way (eg alcoholism, self harm - both removed, tho I do occasionally still think about harming), but I have to replace it with some obsessions that don't harm me or are even positive, like writing and painting, both of which I used to do years ago.
It's just such hard work having to distract myself from my true feelings all the time. I have to make myself 'do' stuff all the time, even if it's just watch a film or make a cup of tea, because if I allow my head to empty, BAM, I'm straight back to my default thinking about why we are here and there's no point to anything. Don't get me wrong, I'm not emotional about it, it doesn't make me want to cry or such, it just makes me think it doesn't really matter what we do, nothing matters, whether or not we break the law, fame means nothing, money means nothing, it doesn't matter who lives or dies, and so on and so on.
It's such hard work, I can never ever truly relax, I have to always be on my guard. It's exhausting.
Anyway, that's enough for now. I've got it out here, not sure how positive or productive it will be, but I've manged to get through another 20 minunte or so fairly painlessly. Thanks for reading.