I'm clinically depressed, reaching my end stage and don't think therapy will work for me. Suicide is no option for me, but I don't have strength to help 'cure' myself anymore.
I feel like I should have written this a long time ago, considering I'm now nearing my breaking point after about 2 years of gathering mental illness. A little introduction for reference:
I am almost 21 and yet-to-transition transsexual. At the moment I'm working a 40 hour contract at McDonalds (I know, not helping either) and am aspiring to admit to a prestigious Game Art education.
First time I met with depression was in late high school and while I thought I had beaten it, it has resurfaced stronger a little after 2 years ago. Especially recently, with the pressure of the admission assignments of that college I signed up for, that depression has now manifested into something that's completely taken over my life and ability to function.
I don't feel joy in anything anymore, my hobbies are reduced to energy-draining chores, and with the loss of all joy in life, I lost the one reason that used to be my life motto: Having fun.
Constant lethargy and exhaustion help preventing me from wanting to do anything other than sleep to escape being awake and having to perform the role of feeling-fine average worker. I can't even be bothered about game art or art in general anymore, which I've already set on becoming my future career.
I've read countless stories of others and all response to them seems to recommend therapy as starting point. Thing is, not only do I hate therapy (I've been getting therapy for my gender discomfort for almost a year and it's been nothing but fruitless blabbing), all experience I've had with it so far has been hugely negative.
My parents would just get extremely concerned if I told them and I won't hear the end of it (I don't blame them, but I won't be able to deal with the constant concern) and despite being a nice man, I don't feel comfortable telling my GP.
Everything is stuck in my life, I don't have the strength to even fight it anymore and even suicide is not an option considering my family and friends. Everything is falling apart and life is just an endless, dark, emotionless tunnel. I really don't want to kill myself, but I also don't want to live 2 months longer like this. I have to finish these admission assignments but my current state prevents me from judging if I should even try Game Art as career in the first place.
I need help before I irrecoverably destroy my own life, but I really don't want ANYONE except my friends to know. If anyone has any solutions I'm failing to see, please let me know.
I thank you deeply for reading this far.