I know how you you feel. I'm 34, unemployed and live with my parents. I feel pathetic and a burden a lot of the time. I don't feel like I achieved much with my life at all but I have to keep telling myself that I've been ill a long time. I've suffered with anxiety since I was a child, and depression more than likely since my teens. I was only diagnosed when I was 22 and it was a struggle to get through my degree but I did it. Sometimes you just have to find the strength from somewhere to keep fighting for the care you deserve. It's taken me 12 years, 5 referrals to the secondary mental health team and 9 different medications, but I finally have a medication that makes a difference to me. Keep fighting and keep talking
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