Thanks for the replies. What you said about Ect was really interesting NN. I would consider it like a shot tbh, but I don't know if my psych would.
I've been on citalopram, sertraline and cymbalta for three months each. I tried amitriptyline for a month, and desvenlafaxine for 4 days (2 near suicide attempts, and one case of hospital treatment for self harm and I figured the benefits weren't worth dying for).
When there is little or no stress in my life, it's not so hard. It's the irrationality, the paranoia, the anxiety the wild mood swings that are the problem as soon as there's a small amount of pressure, or unexpected difficulty. This is where the suicidality and self harm comes into it.
The depression is always there, lurking in the background. It's a passive beast, so I rarely consider it a danger in itself unless the other parts of me are stable. But then it slowly weighs me down, saps my energy and motivation, and renders me empty and a nothingness.
On paper, I think I am happy, I'm just really struggling to rationalise it. I live in a wonderful place (lots of sunshine), I have a job that I enjoy and I'm valued by my colleagues, I have a wonderful husband and children that despite their own issues I absolutely love to bits. If it wasn't for them I would have thrown myself off a bridge many months ago. We have enough money that we are comfortable for now and can plan for the future - this is after many years of struggling financially. Life is good. Life is positive, I have hope for the future. Just right now though, it sucks to be me, and I can't put my finger on why.
The fly in the ointment if any, is the relationship between me and my parents, their treatment of me as a child, and their attitude to me now. That's partly why we moved 12,000 miles. It hurts, a lot, and I'm working through it with help, but I do think it's a main source of my anger and self hate.
I'd love to consider ect or something like lithium that might work for my "psycho"ness, but I think my originally very patient psychiatrist is starting to lose interest, I guess because little seems to be actually having an effect (although the diagnosis of adhd and getting treatment for it has meant I've been able to keep my job which is a massive plus for my mental health). I suppose it's got to the point where on paper I really shouldn't be depressed, but I am, and there seems little I can do about it. Again, it probably doesn't help that I can't run/do vigorous exercise due to an ongoing problem with my pelvis/a variety of post pregnancy physical problems (dc2 is nearly 3). I suppose there's always stuff like that getting me down, but I used ti be able to handle it much better.
/shrug