Hey, I've just found this thread. I'm quite new on these forums, so let me introduce myself. I'm a 23 years old guy, living in UK for already 3 years. I can't say my life is terrible, but definitely it's getting harder and harder to enjoy in any way. Since I remember I was always a kind of lone wolf, not by my "choice". For a long time I knew that something is wrong about me. I could never properly socialise with people around. That made me spent countless days alone, never hanging out. Not a surprise that I was bullied at school, and since my family split, it started to be painful. I can contact only one of my family members, but I don't feel that bond to be strong. Basically no one to speak to... When it comes to illness, I had this compulsive thinking developed, and depression which I didn't know is a depression for a long time, probably started around my 16's. Also, I got light case of asthma, so my stamina is hugely affected. When I was at university I really started to break down mentally, I wanted to quit at 17, but obviously no courage to do so. I've started cutting myself as that gave me relief from stress. Knowing, I got no chance to finish uni and arguing a lot with my dad, who never understood me, I had no hope at this point. No spark, no motivation, no future, lifeless... that was time when it happened, I've somehow managed to run far away from my problems for some time... and found myself abroad in UK. Obviously, totally alone as always. Things weren't so bad for a while. I got my first car, started traveling to different places, saving some money, but loneliness and depression strike soon after. What can I say, after so many years it's just slowly consuming you, there is no escape. You lose interest in any activities you 've used to enjoy before, that's really awful. At worst point I've spent weeks just working and lying in bed, only eating at canteen, doing completely nothing, but fantasising about my death... Then I got some antidepressive pills after visiting my dad and being forced to see psychiatrist. That helped... I fell dizzy, and confused, but at last I'm not pinned to bed... Imagining future make me feels sick, I don't want to experience it, here is when I started planning to leave... I've booked a holiday at work (assuming I may fail and have to come back) and planned a car trip to Scotland, which is supposed to be last one. In fact I'm on way right now. I've put some notes at my room, and felt everything behind: my job, belongings, plans, issues, worries and people. There's just me, my car and hundreds miles of roads now... feels good to be... "free... at last for a while". The idea is to never come back from this trip, but in fact I have no idea what will happen and if I really will be able to finish it. I hope so... Now a bit about my interests. I used to be notorious gamer, but no longer after escape to UK. At high school I was interested in electronics and I was building my own projects. I'm also a fan of Japanese culture, since 17, I was learning language, chatting with some people online and started watching anime. In UK I got my first car and I started to drive a lot, to see new places or just wander around wasting my fuel... and yes, after all I feel terrible knowing that it's a huge waste to experience some good things in very "dimmed" way. No excitement, joy, passion, makes me want to stop any of these - I guess depression speaking here... It just feels bad, because I know, if I would be a normal person I would feel all of there things completely different, I mean fully and worthy. So, yeah, that's me, currently running on venflafaxine (might be a typo), not for long though. So, I'm in Yorkshire now, sitting in my car and writing this, after I left hotel on my 3rd day of trip...