Man, you guys, I’m sitting here in tears. Hugs to all of you.
I went through my own rough spate starting in 2014 - left a really stressful job and four days later, my unborn child died. Cue year-long depression, genuine marital strife, another horrible job and not more than a few nervous breakdowns. October 2015, almost died from an infected gallbladder. Was just recovering from that when I had three grand mal seizures in one day and was banned from driving for six months and put on the medication from hell. Then my mother did a shitty thing (like the millionth in a long line of them) and I ended my relationship with her.
It felt like bottom-of-the-pit bad at times. But 2017 has been good. Like, approved for adoption, working a job I enjoy, largely free of depression, good. It can and does change, with time. I hope you get out of it sooner rather than later.
I have an orange tabby named Abomination and had to do a double take here. I promise, mine’s better.
Marginally.