Hi, I'm depressed and can't seem to help myself. My second ex-husband molested my then 15 year old daughter in 2003. This wasn't her father. Her father hadn't contacted her in eight months prior to the incident but stayed in contact after the incident to make sure he took sufficient time to blame me repeatedly for what happened. After police dragged the 2nd ex out of the house, I also discovered he had me in debt I knew nothing about. Found out a lot about him after he was gone. Like he didn't file taxes for years and was a complete screw-up. Packed up the belongings of him and his three children, got divorced, worked on selling the marital residence which was in my name and which was three months behind on the payment by then -- took me 6 months, legal proceedings for the molestation took a year, dealing with the emotional trauma to my daughter took quite a bit longer. She was a mess and had to switch schools because the ex's same-age, same-grade daughter was writing nasty things about her on the restroom walls. Got her GED at 16 rather than finish high school because of all the problems and has since graduated college at the age of 20. She's actually in a very good place now mentally and never seems to think about the "incident". Paying off the debt single-handedly took about 4 years. I was probably a wreck throughout, but no one would really have known and my mantra was "keep moving forward in a positive direction." I was and am highly functional, took care of everything that needed to be done without missing a day of work at my 50+ hour per week job -- even if I stayed up all night long night after night with my then suicidal teen-ager. So, here I am 5+ years later, debt's paid off, moved to a new city, daughter's great, I have a great job and make great money but I am more depressed than I have ever been in my life. I also get panic attacks. I have isolated myself and have no friends and don't seem to want any. Can't bring myself to date though I am still in my early 40's and reasonably attractive. I work hard but that's all I do. I'm up to 70 hours a week (salaried) and when I'm home I clean or sit on the couch. I have no emotions other than the anxiety. I don't cry. I have no anger. I'm just empty. I don't particuarly feel depressed, but I know I am as I have no interest in anything and I was never this way before. I am glad I am functional (able to work and keep my house compulsively clean), but I don't want to live this way. I know I am blessed that my daughter is doing so well and I have a good job and two cats that I love dearly. I should be happy and I hate myself for not being happy. So many people have it worse. I've tried seeing a few counselors but it didn't do anything for me. I know all the things I should be doing and what's wrong, I just don't know how to make it better and none of them seemed helpful either. I don't know what made me type all this. I think I just needed to get it off my chest so, thanks to the site for the opportunity.