Well since I've got a few minutes... my story is as follows, I'm not really posting it for help, advice, or sympathy, but just in case it helps others to feel more comfortable about talking through their situation.
I've never been a particularly happy person, since as long as I can remember. My life has been okay, my parents were pretty good all things considered, my upbringing was pretty good, I'm basically physically fit, normal, and healthy. I wasn't abused, I didn't blend my pet cat when I was 6... nothing like that. But like I say, I've never felt particularly happy. I struggled being sociable at school, not least because I lived in a small village miles from anywhere, and miles from my friends. I think I was about 14, and I started self-harming, predictable stuff, just cutting, and done so no-one would see.
At 15 I got a part time job in a shop, I was pretty shy, and mostly really struggled with it, but I learned to act like my boss, be all jolly and stuff, it was only a mask, but it seemed to work. My late teens and college were also pretty lonely affairs, I had some good friends, but again, not really any social life to speak of. Whilst at college I still felt terrible a lot of the time, I got pretty angry as a person, but again, kept it hidden, and there was still the occasional issue with self harm. I'll admit, there had been very little action in terms of female company up until this stage, and that didn't help for sure.
In fact, unrequited love (as much as it is when hormones rule!), and boredom carried on for a bit, my social life still sucked, so I took up drinking, at home. To begin with it was a lot of fun, and didn't take much, Southern Comfort mostly (I have a wicked sweet tooth), but it carried on. Distractions came and went, and the drinking got worse. I started going out, on my own to get drunk too. It was still fun, I was a funny drunk, and other than an empty wallet it wasn't costing me much. But I was still unhappy, the self harm carried on, I'd fallen for a girl - who it turned out wasn't as interested as I was, and things then took a big nose-dive. I was about 22/23 at this stage, still occasionally self-harmed, bottle of SoCo each day, and I got pretty wreckless to, started endangering others --- all mostly behind the scenes, I still wore the mask of the Jolly person on the outside. Somewhere along the line suicide had become an option, and one staged I was pretty sure I had become a schizophrenic - though it was probably just being drunk all the time (still pretty scary though).
It was at this stage I went to the doctor.
I didn't really feel comfortable about talking through things, and just kind of fobbed him off with excuses, ended up on fluoxetine, which, other than giving me random giggle fits after several drinks didn't really do much. I changed jobs, moved out of home, started getting in bigger debt, and carried on drinking... really it then carried on like this for a few years... occasional visits do the doctors, different meds... mostly stuff I stopped taking after a month or two. Therapy was attempted, but didn't go anywhere as I never felt able to talk about things. It was up and down for a bit, my job was paying more, met new people, new hobbies, new iterations of Gran Turismo came and went. The debt carried on, the drinking carried on, but more focused binge drinking at the weekends as I realised turning up to work with 15 units in my bloodstream every morning was going to end in badness....
I'm now 35, and well.. all of that old stuff has become dull background noise, but things are still pretty much the same. A couple of years back I started getting paralysing anxiety, the odd panic attack etc, the drinking is still regular and hard-core, though after these years it does more harm than good, it's mostly stripped my digestive tract and I'm pretty sure some form of cancer is on the cards within the next few years... also most of my back teeth are rotting away thanks to passing out drunk after drinking 2 litres of cola each night with my SoCo!
You'll have to excuse me if some of that didn't make sense, I was trying to keep it short, and I've left out lots of details for the sake of privacy..
I won't mention what I'm currently going through, that's for another time.
But, the moral of this story (and it's aimed more at the younger people) is, IF you think you have a problem, DO something about it, things will not just get better on their own. Before you know it, you will be 35, have done nothing your life other than shortening it by 30 years, things won't just get better, you have to take action. You can loose your life to depression without suicide.. and it doesn't have to happen. It can seem like a huge mountain to climb, but with every step you take it gets easier , and it's not a journey you have to take on your own. I never spoke to my family about things, or my friends - to this day most people don't know this much about me, and I never put the effort in with talking to the Doctor. I regret many many things in my life, and trust me, it's not fun to have to live with that... so please try to make a change before the rot sets in.
That's all. Damn, it's nearly 1am on Friday night, and I've not had a drink yet!