I’m sorry it’s been hard for such a long time. Really.
Your description sounds very familiar, not of the events, but the feeling. I don’t think saying “I understand how you feel” helps anyone much, but I can tell you how I felt and some things that finally did help.
There was a period where my wife and I lost three pregnancies, my parents got divorced without much good coming of it, three grandparents died within a short time, my brother’s life fell apart, and I just kept retreating back a little bit, thinking I’d recover and get back to living once things made sense again. I’d always been crazy positive, so I honestly never considered that I was depressed until someone brought it up. I was just numb. Numb and angry at myself for not doing better.
Part of me thought I could just wait it out, something good would come along, and that would spark some change on its own. I finally noticed that some good things were happening, they just weren’t sparking anything. I’d get to see old friends and I’d judge them as annoying, or clueless to what real problems were, or rowdy, and I’d feel more alone. I’d get a great client and I’d do subpar work, lack the focus I was used to, and question myself afterward.
Getting better for me started with just doing a few things I knew would help, but I wasn’t doing because they weren’t going to fix the big problems. Little things like showering first thing rather than letting the day drag, going for a walk every day, making sure I smiled at least once. It sounded like bs to me, it sounds like bs to people who aren’t depressed, and maybe bs to people who have experience with deep depression, which is a different beast (so I’m always hesitant to share what worked for me). But for me those little things reminded me I had some control, and some obligation to myself, to at least do the basics of trying to feel better.
For me, looking back, the control was what was important. I was waiting for some magical good to come of all the negativity happening to the most important people in my life. It had to work out, right? I had to realize whether that good came or not just wasn’t in my control, but a lot of other things were.
For you, it might be something totally different. Maybe break that schedule a little bit and see how it feels? Maybe yoga is a step too far right now, but an afternoon stroll isn’t? Maybe instead of TV change it up with something slightly more interactive like a board game or even video games? Are there small things you can do that you know will help, but don’t feel like the whole solution?
There was an old couple in my last neighborhood. I doubt they got out a lot, they were in their 80’s or 90’s, she was in a wheelchair most of the time, and he didn’t get around real well. They always shopped at the little grocery store a couple blocks from their house, so I’d see them there in the middle of the afternoon. Her directing traffic and making the decisions and him slowly gathering their food with the infinite patience of someone who doesn’t move very fast.
Back at their house they had two plastic chairs he’d put at the end of their driveway and he’d walk her down there, without the wheelchair, most nice afternoons so they could sit outside in the shade of their trees. I always liked to think that they’d found their “little things” to make it work when I saw them there. It made me feel like the little things can be enough.