If there's anyone who knows about being severely depressed and being unable to do anything for days, weeks, months or even years, it's me. There doesn't even need to be a specific reason for being depressed. It just happens, and nobody of any age or any profession is above it. Some people say that mental health professionals themselves are among the most depressed out of all of us. I think there's a lot of truth to that, especially when shrinks reach the point of having to self-prescribe. Imagine entire days being spent hearing and trying to assist people who are going to you because they have nowhere else to turn to. That has to take a crippling toll on you.
I have no idea why, but this thread reminds me of one I remember making myself almost 10 years ago and could easily make again today. This is it. I was 16 then. I know I'm 26 now, but there are some fundamental things about me and the way I was born that don't change. I mean fuck, look at how many people made fun of me for liking scat porn in 2006 and continue to do so now even today.
My most recent financial, mental and physical problems reached the point where I had to start turning to the public and as a result, I started a [still ongoing] GoFundMe. I have nothing but gratitude for everyone that has helped me out so far. In my downtime, I've also looked at other campaigns similar to or worse than mine, and sometimes reading some of other people's stories causes me to break down. Everyone has different coping mechanisms for dealing with depression. Mine just happens to be endlessly thinking and reading about how much worse things could be for me.
Another way I usually cope is to keep my door open and help people who need it just as much, if not more, than me. I don't know if you'll be one of them because we haven't talked yet. I have a much more personal and helpful side that only seems to come out when I talk to certain people (including people that used to come here, but don't anymore...ex-NGers) that regularly or intermittently text and call me. I don't want anyone to be afraid to text or call me even if I'm asleep, and I'll bend over backwards if I can. To everyone else that doesn't know me as well as they think they do, I'm just a sick fuck that the world could do without, and hearing that isn't something that I take lightly.
What's life like now for me? I still live now where I lived then. However, my family has moved north but has stayed within NY's boundaries. I manage 2 roommates and although I'm the boss, one of them enjoys boss fighting me to the point where it's aggravating and she will eventually go, perhaps against her will. As a result, I'm still extremely depressed, but I cope with it in ways that have changed over the years.
In addition to my depression, I have epilepsy, which actually exacerbates it, unsurprisingly. I take 3 different medications for epilepsy--Keppra, Lamictal and Felbatol. My seizures have been constant since 2012, but my first big seizure was in 2010. The side effects are no picnic, and in fact can be very debilitating. Also, I work my ass off for every penny I make, and I have no sick or personal days left right now. None, thanks to constant hospital stays this year. I have a wealth of experience in dealing with these types of situations and worse--experiences that, sadly, I wish I didn't have.
I don't want to say too much more to the point where I'm writing my own autobiography. You made this thread so that I/we could help you with what you're dealing with, even though you were scarce on the details. I just want to make sure you know that I can help you and why I can help you, even with difficult issues that require specialized knowledge. Feel free to PM me and I'll make sure you have what you need and want.