Im sorry for whinging. I have no one else to talk to.

Its constant. The low moods just dont leave for long. And when I am low I am incapacitated.

I feel horrible thinking this but I find myself jealous and mad at those with mild depression, who are still able to work, study, socialise. Who tell friends about their struggle and get so much support, when my life is so much harder and getting support now is like pulling teeth because it has gone on so long.

"Shouldnt you be over this by now?"

"Maybe you need a med change"

"Perhaps its time to see another doctor"

I WISH I was over it by now

Meds merry go round has been going on over a decade

My pdocs do psycho dynamic therapy, it would take another 6 years to get the relationship I have with them....

It just feels like I am at fault for being so ill, just when my pdoc was starting to get through to me that its not.