He’s early 20s and has suffered from anxiety/depression on and off since he was early teens.
At first I thought it was situational, as his sister had died when he was 5, and around 12/13 he started with Health anxiety which got better with chms support.
Then from 14 to 18, he was unhappy at school, seemed to be a combination of high pressure grammar school and socially drifted from friends.
Uni years generally quite good.
Then unemployed for 4 months after graduation
. Suffered anxiety while job hunting/doing interviews.
Got a job, hated it (telesales), was totally miserable
. Got fired for not meeting targets.
Then unemployed for 6 months, inevitable depression again. Had counselling again, no meds.
March last year, got a really good job (700 applicants for 10 jobs) in the City. All ok for few months, inevitably again he starts saying he hates it.
On sertraline march 2017 till 2018, dipped da gain, started citalopram 3 weeks ago, still miserable. Taking a lot of holidays off work. Works v long hours, doing ok but not brilliantly at work.
Anyway, that’s the potted history.
So at the moment, I feel we aren’t communicating at all well. He has his own place in London with his girlfriend so don’t expect to be as close, but lately every time I text to ask how he is he either ignores me or bites my head off. Girlfriend says he’s slightly better but has a lot of down days still. I’m meeting him for dinner next week and really want to avoid another row and just have a nice time. He says that. When I ask how he is/whether feeling better, he feels pressured which I do understan.
Gf feels that if he gets a different job he’ll get better but (and I don’t say this to either of them), that it doesn’t matter what job he does, he’s never actually happy, he has a really negative outlook.
He’s resistant to go back to counselling
So my feeling is that his depression is chemical, essentially, when he first went on sertraline he was like a different, happy person.
He thinks, and has always thought, that he hates school/unempl/working/unemployment #2, employment #2, and so it goes on.
I’m in despair that he will ever be really happy. On the surface, he has it all, a fantastic, supportive girlfriend, loving parents, good steady job, beautiful flat, friends, but inside he’s never happy.
I’ve been lucky never to have had depression, though I’ve been through a lot of tragedy myself, and I feel powerless to help.
Sorry for the epic post, can anyone who has long term depression give me insight/guidance please?