I've been depressed for a long time, like years. I've never really talked to a doctor about it and I've never gone on meds. I think a lot about suicide from time to time, but it's typically a passing thing and I'm a very patient person as it is so as painful as it is, I know I can wait it out. But depression just seems to hang around like the proverbial dark cloud that it is with no silver lining. I was never abused in life. I had a good childhood. I've never had family issues. A lot of people like me. I'm not entirely unattractive, so I know that I can have meaningful relationships. It's happened in the past already. But I limit myself so much. I set up ultimatums in my mind that make no sense. I tell myself things like "if I don't have success by this age, I should definitely kill myself because things will never get better." I'm a pretty logic based person and there's so much of me that's saying "this makes no sense at all. Get help." But there's also a kind of madness inside me. A voice that tells me all the time (excuse the language here) "You're a fucking ****. Are you excited about dying alone?" I am 100% apathetic about my own life, but I've seen how death affects others and how profound an impact it can have on other people's lives. I know people care about me and though I've never told most of them about it, and might not even be aware of it, they're often what keep me alive. I know I should seek help, if nothing else than to get out of this slump that's plagued me for years and years and definitely interfered with how I relate to and connect with others. But I have to admit, I'm terrified of the whole process. I worry about walking into a doctor's office with an ailment that a lot of people would say is "just in my head. Go take a walk and you'll feel better. It's just the blues and everybody gets the blues from time to time." I'm so sad, lonely, and isolated and I haven't told any close friends or family the kind of pain I face at some point almost everyday. I know I'm getting really rambly on here, but SF has helped me a lot in coping with the disease I have. While people on here might not go through the same exact experiences I do, I know that there are similarities. How do you cope with despair? I don't wish this sort of thing on anyone, but I kind of hope people can relate to me, if nothing else than for the fact that I've experienced depression without trauma and nothing but an overly critical and neurotic mind.