I can relate to how you are feeling.
I moved to an English speaking country over five years ago. I've settled to the extent that I'm likely to. I was over joyed at the two and half year mark as I only had two and a half years to go. I coped by counting. I counted the days that made the weeks. The weeks that made the months that eventually made the years.
By the mid point, I had less to do that I'd already done.
I've struggled to find work here, only getting temporary jobs that have been few and far between.
As for making friends, um, lets not go there. I understand if you want a friend, be a friend. I would like to point out that making friends is a two way street.
I've got involved i.e. voluntary work, community projects etc but I've only made acquaintances, not friends. They are very cliquey here.
As a pp has pointed out, next February is 'only' ten months away. I realise right now, as far as you are concerned, it might as well be a lifetime.
I came to something that I was imagining other things that took a long time, as a pp has remarked, that's how long it takes a pregnancy to go full term (as you already know.) Some people follow a course of study for years etc.
I am buoyed up by the fact that we are returning to the UK later this year. That in itself will take some courage as we swap certainty for uncertainty. However we can't carry on as we are. We need to get back to Britain and reconnect with the real world.