OP, I'm late 50s and have spent most of my life feeling profoundly lonely, "alien" and incompetent. This leads to a lot of shame and self hatred. I had 30 years of therapy - still couldn't keep my house clean, manage what came out of my mouth, stay engaged with previously passionate interests, or find peace in my mind. I have been on ADs for years he last 30 years too. Self medicating with booze, fags, sex, you name it ...
And I owned and ran a business so successful I retired at 52 on shitloads. I have two lovely now adult DC. I have been published, been an " expert" on TV several times. I'm externally l one of life's lucky bastards.
But never felt peace or joy for more than half an hour.
A life like that and you do wonder what the fuck is going on and who you really are. This apparently highly successful woman, or that woman weeping and imploding because she's sooooo boooorrrreeeed, like a 13 year old?
After my diagnosis I wept and wept with relief that there is a reason for how I am. I am not someone who has "failed" at therapy etc
Haven't tried medication yet - it's been three months since diagnosis and I'm just working through the emotions from that discovery