I'm a 20 year old woman. I've been struggling with depression for a very long time, since I was 12-ish. I was abused by my family since I can remember, physically and mentally. Same things happened in middleschool, a new student joined our class who made sure the whole school hated me, so I had to deal with that stress on top of my family life. Gradually I lost all my friends in school because they were afraid if they would talk to me they would receive the same treatment as me. And it didn't end just with other students, teachers who couldn't control students just joined in the bashing thus "earning respect" in class. When I moved to a different high school I re-learned to trust and open up to people, I wasn't used to being touched by others unless I was beaten up, but I got over that. I made some very close friends only just to be stabbed in the back by them after 2 year. It all happened because one of the guys wanted to be together with me, but I explained him I was not interested and just wanted to stay friends. Other people tried to explain him the same thing, but he just ignored it. After a while he got mad at me, became very aggressive towards me and turned my friends against me, spread nasty rumors around the school. In the end I left school because it was too much stress for me and I felt I was slightly going insane. Ever since I was about 13 I had troubles sleeping. Most of the time I wouldn't be sleeping at all or if I was lucky to fall asleep I would be seeing nightmire of trains running over me, people at school getting massacred, etc.(I actually don't remember the last time I had an actual dream instead of nightmare). I also had random panic attacks during night where I would wake up at 4am scared, panicked and crying. On top of all that last summer my best friend passed away, she was the only person during middleschool and later who was with me and supported me, the only person who believed me when I said that what I was going through was hard. Even my family didn't believe me, they always told my I was overreacting.
last winter I sought help at a psychiatrist because at one point I heard a voice in my head that wasn't mine. I was hoping that she would be able to help me, she prescribed some medication but after a while I stopped taking it, because it didn't really help me. It took away some of the symptoms like anxiety and fear but the problem still stayed, I didn't feel any better overall. The talking sessions also didn't do me any good, if nothing else, they made me feel even worse.
I could deal with all that, but... over the last year or so I have lost will to do anything. I used to LOVE painting and drawing, now I have no interest in it. I even tried to draw something today but it almost made me throw up, I found myself hating it. I used to love videogames, but now I haven't played any in months, and when I did, I had no fun, I didn't enjoy them, I was completely indifferent. I used to love play piano, but I don't do it anymore. All the things I used to like now are completely boring to me, I even find internet in itself boring, I have nothing to do when few months ago I could sit 24/7 reading, watching videos and generally having fun.
for the last 3-4 years I haven't had a goal in my life, I don't know what to do, I actually don't want to do anything it seems. Every day I lose more and more interest in life. Everything seems bland and grey, I have no enthusiasm whatsoever. I even feel like I'm losing interest in music, a lot of times I forget to turn on music when a couple of years back it was the first thing I did waking up in the morning. I am very tired, mentally and physically, I feel like I'm at a dead end. I don't know how to get out of this. More and more lately I just want to kill myself because I genuinely have nothing to live for. I don't know what to do. Help!

