Hi, I’ve been suffering from depression and anxiety since I was about 7 or 8 years old. I used to be adventurous and fearless. Then something changed, and then I became “serious” and “moody” and just sad. They put me on antidepressants when I was 12. I took them through college and on and of since then. I’m 30 now, and still I am sad and hopeless more than half the time. I’m tired a lot. I don’t have many good friends. And I’ve been unable to obtain a job because I don’t feel confident enough to even apply, although I have much experience and credentials. I do make art, and people buy what I make, but it’s not enough to support myself. I’m thankful for my husband and the few friends I do have. I don’t think they know how much of a failure I feel like though.