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Falling into a black hole

It's 2:30pm. I'm still in my dressing gown sat on my sofa. I'm out of work at the moment and know I won't be able to get another freelance contract til the new year. Hence why I'm just sitting here. I'm very lucky that I have a loving partner, money in the bank and a family who care about me. Why then can't I shake off this feeling of despair?

I feel like I'm battling with demons that no-one else can see. I'm sure my friends and family see me as someone who'd never get depressed. Always laughing or joking. But I've become very good at hiding it. It comes in waves. The despair will be with me for a few months until a new work contract forces me to get off the sofa and concentrate on something else. But when I'm not working (and sometimes when I am) my brain feels like a stuck record. Endlessly replaying moments in the past that hurt. Moments of being bullied at school, bullied at work, opportunities I didn't take, people who have hurt me who I wish I'd have stood up against. A huge anger and bitterness has built up inside me. I'm sure that those I work for can see it. Maybe that's why my work is suffering and I'm here, sat on my sofa, feeling 'what's the point?'

I used to be incredibly passionate about my job, a real go-getter, but after years of being demoralised by the cut-throat industry I can't muster the energy or desire to get back up and fight. I feel defeated. I feel that a once great future I had mapped out for me just isn't going to happen. It was the reason I got up in the morning, the belief that I would conquer all challenges set before me and rise the top. But finally, my heart has been destroyed by the constant attacks of people at work telling me I'm no good and will never make it.

I told all this to my doctor, asking for help with depression. He told me I wasn't depressed. Depressed people look awful, don't shave and are miserable. We are, but only when alone. I put on a pretty good front for everyone else, including my partner. But deep down inside, where their used to be hope, and a wonderful feeling that I could acheive anything, now there is just anger and hatred.

I don't know what to do.

Story shared: 12/12/2007 14:43:18

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