I turned 30 over the weekend. No one called, wrote, or anything else. I was devastated. I cried (I haven't cried in years). I don't know if I've ever felt less valued. I am completely alone in this world. Depression and anxiety rule my life. They are my only companions. How did things come to this? I've tried to be a good person. I've tried to get better, meds therapy and the like. I am a monster.