I'm 42, and I've got no friends left.
I was suicidal before, and had such a terrible mood and outlook on life, and I pushed everyone away. I wanted to be alone, to hide under the covers, and to avoid life.
Now I've still got my MDD, but I have it under control, with diet, exercise, and meds.
I have a nice new home, and a great vehicle and a new job. Everything is starting ...