Pina911, you could be me!
I have a hobby outside of work and to be completely honest, I think it has saved me from locking myself away and recoiling from the world. I have a horse and am responsible for him. He is one thing that makes me smile.

I think my feelings towards work changed after I had 3 months off following my breakdown in 2009. Prior to that, I was a high achiever. At the end of 2008, I had been awarded Colleague of the Year and I was the only person in my department of 45 to received a 'distinguished' rating for my performance, and was rewarded well financially. That same year I had miscarried, lost my Aunt to cancer (who had been my Mother figure after losing Mum in 2003) and my other lovely horse after a long battle with his health. I never thought of work as a cause of my depression, more a tool to deflect the hurt I was feeling in my personal life. Maybe I was wrong?
Now I can't bring myself to perform to the same standards. I am exhausted, as I don't sleep well, so can't concentrate. I procrastinate all the time, instead of making things happen. 'Doing well' is something I have always had inside me, but now I just don't care. I don't think that my colleagues respect me in the way they once did since I finally admitted that I suffer from depression. That might be me being paranoid though. But I need to work to earn.
Living like this is awful - I really don't know what to do. I can't quit, as I need the money. And everything I've tried to help me sort the depression has not helped enough to stop the excruciating anxiety I feel in the morning when I have to get up to work.
It's bad to feel this way when the economy is as it is and people are unemployed. So confusing.
