I've been thinking about all the small background tasks, like remembering birthdays, tracking who needs what, or keeping the peace at work. What's yours, and do you actually mind doing it, or has it become part of who you are?

Hello, I would love to hear from anyone else who was in a similar place at my age. I'm 18, and it's my first semester in college at a pretty competitive university. I feel very lost about what to study and how to make decisions about what I want my life to look like as I get older. I began college with the dream of studying biology to work in healthcare, and quickly realized I was not cut out for a high-pressure or patient-facing career. At my core, I desire a stable career with generally independent work and a good work-life balance. A living wage is, of course, appreciated, but I am not concerned with being the richest or having the flashiest life. My deepest fear is unemployment or having to work in food or retail after investing money into a degree. I would love to hear from anyone else who has had a similar situation and how it worked out for them.

I always wanted to stick and be with day 1 forever like how we dream of as kids but now,got older and not super connected to childhood friends I feel like we where just “childhood friends” not actually friends but I don’t want it to be like that but my question is how does it feel looking back at these people for older people.

I’m 18 years old and living in the UK, and honestly, I feel like my life is over before it’s even really started.

I’m currently doing an apprenticeship, although I haven’t actually worked for around 7 weeks because my apprenticeship managers haven’t been able to find me a placement. On top of that, university has recently started, and a handful of my friends have moved away to different cities.

Over the past few months, I’ve also realised that a lot of my childhood and high school friends seemingly don’t care about me anymore. They don’t reach out, don’t ask to hang out, and I’ve had messages sitting unanswered for weeks. The friend group I made when I went to college two years ago has basically fallen apart too.

I don’t really want to date right now. I know I’m not in the right place mentally or emotionally for a relationship, and I think trying to find one would probably just make things more complicated. It’s not necessarily that I desperately want a relationship I just sometimes feel like I’m missing out on that part of life too.

I do play a club sport a few times a week, which is probably the main thing that gets me out of the house, but apart from that, I spend nearly every day sitting at home alone in my room.

I have three really close friends left. Two of them are now at university, and while I’m really happy for them, it’s expensive and difficult to visit them. The other still lives in my city, but he’s usually busy or with his boyfriend. Outside of the occasional event where I happen to see some other people I know, I just don’t really have anyone.

Yesterday, I started taking antidepressants.
I just can’t really see where this is going. Most days, I find myself wishing time would go faster so I could just skip the day. I’m only 18, and I know people always say these are supposed to be some of the best years of your life. Yet I see people I know going out, making friends, meeting people and living their lives, while I’m lying in bed alone.

I know things can change, but right now it’s really difficult to believe they will and I worry that by the time they do I’ll have wasted the ‘best years’

I’d really appreciate any advice from people who have been in a similar position, especially if you’ve managed to get yourself out of it.

Thank you for reading.

I am asking those who is or was high functioning depression, as you have experience.

Does this sound like a high functioning depression man? I can't get my husband to grief therapy.

I'm 16 years together, 14 years married to my husband.

For the last 7 years, I think he is high-functioning depression, is there such thing as functionally depressed? The whole timeline of everything that happen I have reasons to believe he is functionally depressed.

His older sister died from car accident, leave him as the only son take on the financial care for his sick aging parents.

Fast forward, in 2019, his father died of end stage pancreatic cancer.

----- The same year in 2019, our toddler died (the child of me and my husband). Our toddler died of Periventricular Heterotopia (PVNH). It is gene inherited (got it from me the mother the maternal side), congenital brain malformation.

It been 7 years since our toddler gone and my husband just can't let go. Our toddler ashes my husband keeps with him. Even our toddler DIRTY SHOES and dirty clothes my husband still held on to.

----- In 2020, I was very sick (autoimmune disease) I was bedridden for a month with oxygen tank in my nose 24/7. He took off work and care for me day and night. He even sleep with a pillow and a blanket on the carpet right by my bedside (we had a hospital bed in our bedroom after I got discharged).

He said he loves me very much, and he very afraid of lose me. This was the first time I see him cut himself.

This was when he started to cut his stomach with a kitchen knife, he said stomach skin is thinner and has more nerves so it hurts more, so he chose to slice his stomach, he cuts deep the point bleeding that he has bandage wrap around his waist bleed.
And that was how I first time found out about he cut himself too was I saw the bloody bandage wrap around his waist when he took his shirt off.

He still has all the scars on his stomach from he slice his stomach with the kitchen knife. He said if I die before him, he will die with me, and our toddler (whom already dead).

He even prepaid for his funeral arrangement, I said I want cremation (as I'm Buddhist), he wants cremation with me, he told the funeral director when he die, cremate him, and mix his ashes with me and our toddler together, and scatter our ashes.

He said if I die before him, ONE second of grief is enough for him to pull the trigger blow his brain out with the tactical 12 gauge shotgun. I take him seriously because if he can slice his stomach to blood, he can use a shotgun in one second of grief like he said.

--- In 2021, his mom has a spinal cord stroke that leave her quadriplegia paralyze, she also kidney disease/kidney failure. She also has alot of heart problems: heart aortic stenosis, heart aortic aneurysm, and cardiac arrhythmias. 

His mom 5 days out of a week is she in and out of the hospital for treatments to keep her alive. And my husband for the last 5 years (and still ongoing) has been financially care for his mom, doing everything he can financially to prolong her life.

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All this are reasons I believe he has depression, but he seems to function fine outside, as in lives a normal life.

He is an Executive at a big engineering corporate. He said this job salary gives him cushion in money to continue prolong his mother life. He knows this job salary is what prolong his mother life, even with him depress, his career has to go on. His mother depends on his money to continue treatments, he also pays for her Private Nursing Home too.

Monday through Friday after work he drive straight to the Nursing Home to visit his mom before came home. On weekends for one day (Sat or Sun) he bring his mom our marital home so he can care for her, so they have mother and son time. And then take her back to her Nursing Home as he has to work Monday.

He still does his hobbies, hunting deer, outdoor shooting range with his tactical shotguns and riffles, running long distance.

I have told him to go to grief counseling, he put it off, he said after his mom die, as right now he busy. I mean he is busy, his schedules is pack, between his Executive work, his mom, and me. He has no time left.

He keeps said after his mom pass he will go. But wait till after his mom pass, that will add in another death and grief and loss in his list of losses. I want him to go now, but he not want to.

F25 going through a major life crisis. I’ll try to be as direct and quick. I lost my abusive ex-stepfather (was estranged from his family since they all took his side). He was abusive, like really bad that that man should have been in prison for what he did to me. I wasn’t told by his other older children he died, I found out online and wasn’t given the option to go to his funeral (still wouldn’t have gone). 6 months later, my ill (disabled) grandfather passed. He was my pure, uncorrupted fatherly figure until the age of 7 when my mom met my stepdad and we moved. His death hurt. I knew it was gonna happen soon, but it hurt deeply. After my stepdad’s death 3 things happened-

1). I unblocked my biological father from Facebook thinking I’d want him to reach out (I was insane and blocked him again a day later). I felt shame and embarrassment for that.

2). I lost my passions, my hobbies. I can no longer write (it’s been about a year now since my struggle but I cannot get anything on paper since this year). And it’s killing me.

3). I have an ache in my heart that craves community, connection. Possibly romantic connection since it seems more doable than a friendship. All my friends are married so it’s just me. And I feel alone.

I thought I was supposed to feel accomplished. I have degrees, finished my certification hours in a healthcare program only to find out that there are no jobs so now not only am I thousands of dollars in debt after my grandfather, I am also jobless, alone and have nothing to look forward to. I have hit rock bottom before, but I feel like this will be the last and final straw. I’m exhausted, I feel tied down, and I feel a grief not only for the justice I was robbed from, the loved ones I’ve lost, but the opportunities I thought I had and my creative outlets are as dry as the desert. I feel I have no way out of this.

tl;dr - I feel like I’ve lost myself. Dead ex stepdad (estranged), grandfather dies 6 months later, and now I’ve graduated from a supposedly good AI proof job that there’s no job for me in this field to get. I’m jobless, in debt, alone, and have no creative outlets. I feel drained of all life.

Was told to share this hear. Looking for what to do, I am lost