I will be 40 on Dec 3. This makes me sad. Why? Because at 40, don't feel like have accomplished much. One thing I really even wanted was my own family and children, that doesn't look like will happen anytime soon. Spent last 12 years trying to battle PTSD and Depression and Anxiety. Out of those 12 years, been off on medical leave several times, months at a time. Last boyfriend I had was in 2007, whom I broke up with because I couldn't handle being intimate with him. And now am triggered even more with any door slamming. People tell me it gets better. And I want to hang on to that and believe that is true, but right now there doesn't seem to be light at end of tunnel.