Hiya, don't know where to start really.
I have been a depressive from the age of about 13. I was diagnosed with severe depression just after my father got killed in a freak accident. I don't remember much about my life after that as its all a haze but I kind of ran away from home at the age of 17 to the other side of the world to Australia and married my childhood sweetheart who emigrated out there 7 months previously. The marriage didn't last long as I was a complete mess and my husband turned out to have a drinking problem. I left him after 1.5 years and spent the next 10 years basically jumping in and out of horrendous relationships with men where I got beaten up on a regular basis, they all had drink problems and I ended up homeless and sleeping in a park for a few years and surviving on handouts and eating whatever I could get out of various household bins. After pulling myself out of that and getting myself an education and moving to Sydney I finally married a guy who had emigrated from Kent, UK. After being married for 1.5 years he decides he wants to return to England and I went with him as we had just had a baby boy. No sooner had we got back to Kent then my husband (who was the most fab husband and father) decides to go on a rail road of one affair after the other and so finally after he moved in with the next door neighbour with me living next door I decided to divorce him. Life after that was good, my son was the most happiest little boy, and I was the most happiest I had ever been. However it wasn't long before I destroyed all that and ended up marrying a man who turned out to be a raging sociopath. He totally destroyed my world and nearly destroyed me. I ended up having to hand over my son to his father and go into hiding in Wales. I have been living here now for 3 years and as much as I have tired to overcome the guilt of what I have done, tired to get my life and myself together I just can't do it. I just sometimes think that I will never be any good, whats the point of me even being here and as much as I refuse to admit it, I am severely depressed. I am fed up with pills, with counsellors with psychologists, etc. I moved here to be near my family whom I have just discovered are totally off the planet and I am better off not being around their dysfunction. My mother is like a solid stone of iron and has been since the day my dad died - no love, no feeling, no nothing. Don't know what else to write really. Thank you for reading