I feel so guilty sometimes that I’m depressed.
When seeing therapists etc they ask me about my childhood and I can only answer that it was as perfect as anyone could hope, loving parents who supported me and pushed me without pressure.
I’ve also had an adult life many would be jealous of and on my good days I can see that but on my bad days which are most days at the moment I dwell on what has gone badly, what I don’t have. How I’m still single in my 30s and don’t have children. How my career hasn’t gone as well as I hoped etc.
I just feel guilty that I have a very lucky life but here I still am unable to get out of bed most days and crying myself to sleep.