I've suffered from depression and anxiety for years. Ended up going to see the Doc about it after things got too much. I ended up being diagnosed with bipolar. This way back in 2011 when I was 39. I'm now on a fuck load of medication, but It has helped me no end. Some days are still bad, but more manageable than they were. I still see a psychiatrist and a phycologist every few months, which will always be ongoing. But if I had not gone for help I would have been fucked. There is no shame in asking for help.