I have had depression and anxiety since I was a child and I am now in my sixties. I continue to see my doctor and take medication. I was raised by parents who were alcoholics and my mom was depressed. Other things have happened in my life that also contribute to my depression and anxiety.

In my late 60s and depressed since high school. Better some times than others and there were brief times I was off all meds. Finding success again with one I took 40 years ago when it was introduced, Prozac.

hey thanks for the replies! I felt like I was one of the few older people here. I had a terrible childhood where I was physically and emotionally abused for years. now I am living with mom who had a stroke and am being forced to deal with my siblings, brother physically and emotionally abusive and sister is a straight up sociopath, struggling with obesity and keeping job etc. feel like i'm losing my mind most of the time. most times I feel like I'm in a living hell. meds made me feel worse. tried Prozac and Zoloft and there was another I forget. they all made me feel bad. I think I am actually more situationally depressed than anything and lacking support. I feel kind of sorry for myself because I have worked super hard my whole life and been a really decent person generally and my life is extremely difficult. I was sitting at the bus stop and some guy sat down next to me and he was covered in scratches and he started to talk to me. he had been in prison and lost his car and now was getting up at 4 am to walk miles to a really physically hard job and then miles back home and he had no health benefits, no job security,... I felt bad for him but I could totally relate. I have health benefits but my job is way too hard for me. my life has become overwhelming. I am having trouble walking due to the obesity I am dealing with and I have no car. mom and I aren't getting along well and she doesn't like it here. I feel like my insides are crumbling in. like i'm finally after all these years of holding it together, like I am losing my strength. I have been very strong in my life to survive but now, to what end did I suffer so much, to be pushed all the way down by my horrible narcissistic sister, lazy brother, failing health, financial ruin,... I should stop writing. that's another thing once I start writing I just go and go.. most people don't want to read this. it's funny my dad thinks I should be a writer, always had thought that because he and my mom are... but dad, I have no talent. I am not smart enough. I am drowning in my practical life. he has always been so unrealistic, head in the clouds. I need a dad to just call me on the phone and ask how I am doing. he never did that. I don't think he did that once in 38 plus years I have been away from home. and when I was home it was worse. it's so hard to wrap your head around not being loved or supported by your own family. it goes against reason and instinct. but that's how it is. why can't I ever truly get that through my head. I am so tired. I have to walk to the store to get food tonight for mom and I cuz my lazy ass sister in her nice new car can't make the drive down here to do a shopping like she promised to do but then didn't follow through. if you needed a model of what a narcissist is or behaves like, follow my sister around for a week. she is classic. it's scary. it's almost interesting, how she relates to the world and how cold she is. I think that's why people are so interested in sociopaths. they are kind of interesting but it's awful to have one in your family. if I need to write more I guess i'll back to my journal. I really need some time to myself.