My life is objectively good and I'm doing all the things you're supposed to do, but I just feel bleak all the time and it's getting worse not better
I'm 27. I am happily married to a lovely man. I have excellent friends. A job I like. Hobbies. My family is lovely and close knit. My in laws are also lovely.
I have had low level depression and anxiety my whole life. I've been to therapy many times, and tried lots of modalities, but I've never felt it that helpful. I'm also on the spectrum, which doesn't help.
I do all the things you're supposed to do. I get out in nature, I work out, I eat well, I sleep well, I see people and I do stuff off-line. And none of it is working. I'm feeling increasingly depressed about the future in general, about meaning, about my life being stuck in a safe rut, about everything. I burst into tears at nothing. Its awful. And I know how self indulgent this feeling is too, as a white woman in a wealthy country with a paid off house and a good job. People have real problems out there.
I don't know what to do anymore. I have a constant pit in my stomach and I don't know how long I can keep my mask up around people and hide how I am. It's awful.