OK, deep breath, me too
A couple of you know this but since there seems to be a lot more than I expected on here maybe it's time to say something more openly.
The draft I wrote to post was so long I've just deleted it as it sounds so petty and pathetic compared to what I know many people suffer. I have no diagnosis because I don't want one, nor do I want to take meds. Since I reckon I started over 40 years ago, I reckon my developed skills and coping mechanisms on the rare occasions I go out are so good that nobody would believe I have a problem. Yet I gave up my career, hardly go out, hardly want to most of the time, and have never been able to live with a partner or have a family of my own because of the anxiety, trust and emotional wreck stuff that I live with most days. I have a pretty chronic binge eating and weight problem and huge trust issues. Many nights I suffer insomnia and/or am convinced I won't wake up next day - history of family members dropping dead suddenly or choosing not to include me in their illness so their death came as a shock. I have no parents, no partner, no kids, no real friendships of the day to day kind and no real connection to the friends and acquaintances who still have passions I have lost, still do jobs I have left, still have people I do not. I have pretty much cut myself off and am more comfortable that way, if not happier exactly. I have started writing again recently, which has always been one way for me to talk to myself

and I've had a couple of days in the garden or doing stuff with animals that has given me hope, but my resilience is very low, it takes very slight things to knock me completely off course now and a long time to get back on track even with the smallest things. I don't want to say too much more or I'll feel sorry for myself or sorry for you reading my little personal drama. I can and do talk/write about it at great length but even that somehow pushes people away, I think intentionally at some level.
The animals have kept me going but I have lost all the pleasure most of the time and struggle to keep going both financially and physically which makes it all harder since I worry how I would be without them but feel I am going to have to give up sooner rather than later.
Anyway, PTSD, anxiety, probably some level of depression, whether SAD or not I'm not sure, I have problem anniversaries in winter which make it hard to tell the cause but I pretty much hibernate and hide from the entire culture in December and most of January, have days in late March and all through September and with my 48th birthday coming up in a couple of weeks I feel I am living the life of a woman in her 70s rather than what my 40s could have been. The best of my life was 35-45, it wasn't ideal in many ways but I'd take half what I had then and be grateful.