I used to think it was only me who had that overwhelming dread of the future of 60 or 70 years stretching out ahead of me with only one certainty, that each and every day would be as awful as the next. Now I know that there are other people who feel something very similar, we all empathise with you. I know after 30+ years of living with depression that not every day is awful, it does go away from time to time, when that happens make the most of it. As for the other days, all we can do is live through them and if reaching out makes you feel less alone you'll always find someone here to listen.