I am 41 never married and have been going through a second or third round (after feeling pretty good for about 4 or year) of depression for almost a year now that started right after another breakup. But it seems really different this time...I am really scared I am not going to make it through my depression successfully. Meaning that I do not even have the urge to ever socialize again primarily. I don't want to ever date again. I don't even want to have to talk to friends ever, much less do something with them. I still do talk to them some but really just out of guilt and the inability to come up with a good excuse for why I can never even speak on the phone. But I have managed for months now to mostly avoid any socializing by lying that I have other obligations with friends other than whoever is trying to get me out. Even though I doubt that I would ever bother to kill myself, I just have no more desire or hope at all for anyhing really, despite ongoing therapy and medication. I just do not want to interact anymore. Other than work (where I have also really isolated myself from the social aspects) I really do not want to leave my house anymore. I just want to be left alone to watch tv, read, overeat, get fat, drink enough wine (a couple of glasses) each night to get to sleep, and surf net to order anything I might need so that I do not have to go anywhere if possible. Logically I know that I should just do things (and I am certainly lucky enough to have the opportunities) but I cannot get past the lack of desire and my ever increasing contentedness to just live my life this way instead. And I am guessing that if I keep this up, it will just continue to get easier and easier, although right now I still do have some feelings or thoughts that I probably "shouldn't" be doing this, but that doesn't get me farther than telling myself I will start over tomorrow or next week, which of course never comes.
I am at a loss...