Felt like talking, and I bother friends enough with this stuff. I've actually lost quite a few, I suspect because this stuff is just too depressing to talk about much less experience.
Before I can get to the issues bothering me now I have to give some background for it to make sense.
When I was 19 I was diagnosed with my illness after getting so ill that it wasn't really deniable anymore that something was very wrong. The name doesn't really matter, the short version is that there's a defect in my brain that causes it to skip a particular stage of sleep. That stage is where muscles are supposed to heal the many tears they acquire during the day, and where lots of cognitive 'clean-up' sorts of functions happen. When it doesn't happen a person gets constant pain in all the body's muscles, more of it the more they move, and get exhausted at the most trivial things like standing up or getting dressed or brushing their hair. By 'exhausted' I don't mean a little tiredness, I mean exhausted like a person who never runs feels after they've run a mile. Like all they want to do is lay down and not move for a long while until the various awful sensations have finally faded. Cognitively the disruptions involve a lot of pretty profound confusion and forgetting. I remember living in a little one bedroom apartment at the time I was diagnosed and not being able to find one of the rooms, wandering between the other two.
I'm 29 now, nearly 30. My illness isn't curable, although it isn't fatal at least. It is treatable to some degree. Thanks to meds I'm maybe 80% to 90% of normal mentally. Physically things weren't so dramatic an improvement. Ten years later I spend my days mostly in bed carefully arranging every detail of my life around having to move as little as possible. I want to go out and do things but it's so exhausting and painful and takes so much time to recover from that I rarely do. I used to fence every week but it was two days of recovery feeling terrible every time. After a while that pretty strong disincentive to going was just too much to endure.
Roughly 50% of people with any kind of chronic pain develop depression. I lasted about a year past my diagnosis and then it hit me all of a sudden, and hasn't really ever gone away. I managed to complete my undergraduate degree in computer science and then some of a doctoral program before I just got too sick to continue, a combination of the pain, exhaustion and depression.
I'm always in pain. My sleep is disrupted so I never feel rested. I'm exhausted by the tiniest things. And it seems there's nothing I can ever do to change any of those things.
I can't really go out and do things or see people much. I don't have many friends left as a result, and it's difficult to make new ones when you don't go out and do things. I haven't had a romantic relationship in four to five years, meaning I've spent all that time alone. Sometimes there are weeks or months between in person conversations with another human being. It's a profound feeling of loneliness and isolation. Sometimes my deepest desire in the world is to just have someone to hold and lean on while I cry myself to sleep, something it seems doubtful I'll ever have.
I never gave up on dating, but it's difficult. I suspect people don't generally want to anchor their lives to someone who can't go out and be active with them, nor someone who is deeply unhappy with the way their life is, even people who would otherwise be excellent matches. After every date I get a message saying 'You're smart and kind and I like you but I just don't feel romantic toward you. I'm sure there's someone else out there for you.'. It's almost weirdly predictable. Then we usually e-mail or text back and forth a few times until I eventually just stop getting any replies from them.
I can't say I really blame them for not being interested. Why would anyone want to be romantically involved with a deeply limited person, even one who's financially independent and has nice personality traits, when they could find the same in a person who could go out and do things and generally share the entirety of life with them? The people I like to be around who are kind and smart like I seem to be could do a lot better, for no reason I will ever be able to control. As a result I have my doubts about ever finding anyone.
After so many years spent hurting and exhausted and isolated and lonely I'm feeling lately like my chances of ever having a better life are pretty low. I don't know whether someone can think of some way around my various limitations and tortures that I haven't considered. I'm quite thorough, so I have my doubts.
I am on the most comprehensive treatment regimen for depression available. Currently it's an SNRI plus Buproprion (unlike other antidepressants it's OK to combine it) plus an occasional low dose amphetamine, as it turns out they have synergistic effects with antidepressants.
I'm thinking about maybe trying the families of antidepressants I haven't tried yet, but I don't really have high hopes. Stabbing pain, sleep disruption, and isolation are all forms of torture. I'm not sure any antidepressant works well enough to help someone being tortured not mind it. They do certainly help me some. Without them I'm a weeping curled up ball who has to spend all his mental effort constantly resisting the urge to die. My present state of not constantly weeping and only wanting to die a little bit is a definite improvement. But I'm not content. I'm miserable.
I've tried therapy. I didn't find it particularly helpful. I might try it again just because it can't hurt, I'm not sure. It might at least save some of my friends from me wanting to talk about this stuff endlessly, and maybe save me some lost friends as a result.
So there you go. I live a weird life, and it's been feeling pretty hopeless lately. Like uncontrollable life circumstances have backed me into a corner of miserableness without leaving me any likely options to get out.